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SONGS  OF  ZION, 


NEW  SELECTION 


DESIGNED  FOR 


REVIVAL  AND  SOCIAL  MEETINGS. 


BY  DR.  S.   \V.  KING. 


NEW-IPSWICH,  N.H. 

PUBLISHED    BY    S.    WILSON    KISO, 

1837. 


Entered  according  to  act  of  Congress,  in  the 

year  1837,  by  S.  WILSON  KING, 

in  the  Clerk's   Office  of  the  1  district  Court 

of  New  Hampshsire. 


ADVERTISEMENT. 

The  Compiler  of  this  volume,  ha 
been  induced  to  publish  it  by  the  repeat 
ed  solicitations  of  his  brethren,  and  b^ 
his  own  conviction  that  a  book  contain 
ing  a  selection  of  hymns,  adapted  tj 
the  wants  of  the  christian  community 
was  very  much  needed.  Care  has  bee« 
taken  to  select  those  hymns  which  aH 
best  adapted  to  be  suni?  in  ''  times  of  re] 
Jreshing  from  the  presence  of  the  Lord.\ 

It  is  fondly  hoped  that  this  book  mai 
be  made  useful  as  an  instrument  in  ex' 
citing  and  perpetuating  those  gloriou 
revivals  of  pure  religion  which  so  sig 
nally  characterize  this  age  in  which  Zi 
on  is  breaking  forth  on  every  side 
songs  of  praise. 

Commending  this  selection  to  the  hies 
sing  of  Him  who  is  ''fearful  in  prais. 
es,     It  is  presented  to  the  Christian  pub- 

^'%  u  S-  W.  K. 

February  28,    1837. 


At 


II 


HYMNS 


HYMN  I.  7s.  &  OS. 

1  Rouse  ye  at  the  Saviour's  call! 
vSinners  rouse  ye  one  and  all 
Wake!  Or  soon  your  soul  shall  fall, 
Fail  in  deep  dispaii'. 

2  Woe  to  bim  who  turns  away, 
Jesus  kindly  calls  io  day. 
Come,  O  sinner  while  you  may, 
Raise  your  soul  in  piayef. 

3  Heard  ye  not  the  Saviour's  cry?  ' 
*'Turn  O  turn  why  will  you  die!" 
And  in  keenest" agony. 

Mourn  too  late  your  doom  I 

4  Haste,  for  time  is  rurhing  on! 
Soon  tiie  fleeting  hour  is  gone, 
The  lifted  arrow  flies  anon., 

To  sink  you  in  the  tomb! 
A3 


'  By  the  Saviour's  bleeding  love, 
iy  the  joys  of  heaven  above, 
jet  these  words  your  spirits  move; 
^uick  to  Jesus  fly! 

Come,  and  save  your  souls  from  death, 
laste!  escape  Jehovah's  wrath, 
'iy!  for  life's  a  fleeting  breath, 
icon,  O  soon  you'll  die. 

HYMN  2.     H.  M. 

Gracious. 

Indulgent  God!  how  kind 

Are  all  thy  ways  to  me, 
Vhose  dark  benighted  mind 

Was  enmity  with  Thee: 
!'et  now  subdu'd  by  sovereign  grac©, 
ly  spirit  longs  for  thine  embrace. 

How  precious  are  thy  thoughts, 

That  o'er  my  bosom  roll  ; 
'hey  swell  beyond  my  faults. 

And  captivate  my  soul; 
[ow  great  their  sum.  how  hig^hthey  rise; 
'an  n'er  be  known  beneath  the  skies* 


8  Preserved  in  Jesus,  when 
My  feet  made  haste  to  hell; 

And  there  should  I  have  been, 
But  thou  dost  all  things  well: 

Thy  love  was  great,  thy  mercy  free, 

Which  from  the  pit  delivered  me. 

4  A  monument  of  grace, 
A  sinner,  saved  by  blood — 

The  streams  of  love  I  trace 
Up  to  the  fountain,  God; 

And  in  his  sacred  bosom,  see 

Eternal  thoughts  of  love  to  me. 

HYMN  3.  7s. 

Sinner  prepare  to  meet  God. 

1  Sinner,  art  thou  stiJl  secure.'' 
Wilt  thou  stiil  refuse  to  pray.^ 
Can  thy  heart  or  hand  endure, 
In  the  Lord's  avenging  day? 

2  See,  his  mighty  arm  is  bar'd! 
Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow! 

For  his  judgements  stand  prepar'd — 
Thou  must  either  break  or  bowv 


5  At  his  presence  nature  shakes, 
Eurth  aifrighted  hastes  to  flee; 
Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax. 
What  will  ttien  become  of  thee? 

4  Who  his  advent  may  abide? 
You  nho  gl'iry  in  your  shame. 
Will  you  tind  a  j)lace  to  hide, 
When  the  world  is  wiapp'd  in  flame? 

5  Lord  prepare  us  by  tby  grace, 
Soon  we  must  resign  our  breath j 
And  ou»-  soulr:  be  call'd  (o  pass 
Through  the  iron  rate  of  death. 

6  Let  us  now  our  day  improve. 
Listen  to  tne  gospel  voice; 
Seek  the  tbinos  that  a'e  above; 
Scorn  the  world's  pi  etended  joys. 

LIYMN  4.     C.  M. 

The  holyness  of  God. 
llloly  and  reverend  is  the  name 

Of  our  eternal  King: 
Thrice  holy  Lord,  the  angels  cry; 

Thrice  holy,  let  us  sing. 


2  Heaven's  brightest  lamps  with  him 

compar'd, 
How  mean  they  look,  and  dim! 
The  fairest  angels  have  their  spots, 
When  once  coinpaied  with  him. 

3  Ho]y  is  he  in  all  his  works, 
And  truth  is  his  delight; 

But  sinners  «ind  their  wicked  ways 
Shail  perish  tiom  his  sight. 

4  The  deepest  rcv'rence  of  the  mind, 
Pray,  O  my  soul  to  Grd  ; 

Lift  with  thy  hands  a  holy  heart 
To  his  sublime  abode. 

HYMN  o.     C.  M. 
Love  of  God. 

1  Come  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lordj 
And  liit  your  souls  above; 

Let  every  heart  and  voice  accoid, 
To  sing,  that  God  is  love. 

2  This  precious  truth  his  wokI  declares, 
And  all  hi#  mercies  prove; 

AS 


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Jesus,  the  gift  cf  gifts,  appears, 
To  siiovv  that  Gcd  is  love. 

3  In  all  his  doctrines  and  confmands, 
His  councils  and  designs — 

In  ev'ry  work  his  hands  have  fraim'd 
His  love  supremely  shines. 

4  Ajigels  and  men  the  news  proclaim 
Through  earth  and  heaven  ahove — 

The  joyful  and  transporting  news, 
That  God  the  Lord  is  love. 

HYMN  6.  C.  M. 

Tlie  scoffer. 

1  All  ye  who  laugh  and  sport  with  death, 
And  say  there  is  no  hell; 

The  gasp  of  your  expiring  breath 
Will  send  you  there  to  dwell. 

2  When  iron  slumbers  bind  your  flesh, 
With  strange  surprise  you'll  find 

Immortal  vigor  spring  afresh, 
And  tortures  wake  the  mind! 

3  Then  you'll  confess,the  frightful  names 
Ofpl^ues^you  scorn 'd  before 


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No  more  shall  look  like  idle  dreamt, 
Like  foolish  tales  no  more. 

4  Then  shall  ye  curse  that  fatal  day, 
With  flames  upon  your  tongues, 

When  you  exchang'd  your  soul  av/ay 
For  vanity  and  songs. 

HYMN  7.     C.  M. 
The  lafit  Resolve. 

1  Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve, 

Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed 
and  make  this  last  resolve. 

2  *'I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
^^  Hath  like  a  mountain  rose, 

''I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
^'  Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 
"And  there  my  guilt  confess; 

I'^I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 
"Without  his  sov'reign  grace. 

4  "  But  should  the  Lord  reject  my  plea, 
'    "And  disregard  my  prayer. 


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"  Yet  still  like  Ester  I  will  stay, 
"And  perish  only  (here. 

5  **Ican  but  perish  if  I  go — 
*•  I  am  resolved  to  try; 

"  For  if  I  s?ay  away,  I  know 
"  I  must  forever  die. 

6  "But  should  I  die  with  mercy  sough 
"  When  I  the  King  have  hied, 

*'I  there  should  die,  (deli'>hlful  thought 
*'  Where  ne'er  a  sinner  died." 

HYMN  8;  7s-  k  6s. 
The  Alarm. 

1  Stop,  poor  sinners,  stop  and  thinh 
Before  you  further  go; 
Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everliij.(u);j  wo? 
On  the  virore  of  ruin  stop — 

?v'ow  the  friendly  warning  take — 
Stay  your  footsteps — eie  ye  drop 

Into  the  burning  lake. 

2  Say,  have  you  an  arn^.  like  God, 
That  you  his  will  oppose? 


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Fear  ye  not  that  iron  rod 

Wilh  which  he  breaks  his  foes? 

Can  you  sinud  in  that  dread  day 
Which  his  juslice  shall  proclaim, 

kVhen  the  earth  shall  melt  away 
Like  wax  before  the  flame? 

>  Gastly  death  will  quickly  come, 
,  And  drag  you  to  his  bar; 
rheii  to  hear  your  awful  doom 

Wdl  till  you  with  despair, 
ill  your  sins  will  round  vou  crowd- 
^  You  shall  mark  their  cVimson  dye* 
^ach  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 

And  what  can  you  reply^? 

Tho'  your  heart  were  made  of  steel 
Yourlorehead  Jin'd  wiih  brass: 
-od  at  length  will  make  vou  feel, 
tie  will  not  let  you  pass; 
inners  then  in  va'in  will  call, 
Those  who  now  despise  his  jrrace 
Kocks  and  fr.ountains  on  us  fail. 
And  hide  usfrom  his  face." 


A.T 


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HYMN  9.     L.  M. 

1  Young  people  all  attention  give, 
While  I  address  you  in  God's  name; 

Y'ou  who  in  sin  and  folly  live,  ^ 

Come  hear  the  counsel  of  a  friend. 

2  I've  sought  for  blisfe  in  glittering  toys, 
And  ranged  the  luring  scenes  of  vice; 

But  never  knew  substantial  joys, 
Until  I  heard  my  Saviour's  voice. 

3  He  spake  at  once  my  sins  forgiven, 
And  washed  my  load  of  guilt  away; 

He  gave  me  glory,  peace  and  heaven, 
And  thus  I  found  the  heavenly  way. 

4  And  now  with  trembling  sense  I  view 
The  billows  roll  beneath  your  feet;    , 

For  death  eternal  waits  for  you 

Who  slight  the  force  of  gospel  truth. 

5  Youth  like  the  spring  will  soon  be  gone, 

By  fleeting  time  or  conquering  death; 
Your  morning  sun  may  sit  at  noon, 
And  leave  you  ever  in  the  dark. 


15 

e    Your  sparkling  eyes,  and  blooming 
cheeks, 

Must  wither  like  the  blasted  rose; 
The  coffin,  earth  and  winding  sheet 

Will  soon  your  active  limbs  enclose. 

7  Ye  heedless  ones  that  wildly  stroll, 
The  grave  will  soon  become  your  bed. 

Where  silence  reigns  and  vapors  roll 
In  solemn  darkness  round  your  head. 

8  Your  friends   will  pass  the    lonesome 

place, 
And  with  a  sigh  move  slow  along; 
Still  gazing  on  the  spires  of  grass, 
With   which    your   graves    are  over- 
■      grown. 

19  Your  souls  will  land  in  darker  realms 
Where  vengeance  reigns  and    billows 
roar, 
And  roll  amid  the  burning  flames, 

When  thousand,   thousand    years  aro 
o'er. 

110  Sunk  in  the  shades  of  endless  night, 
To  groan  aad  howl  in  careiesg  pain- 
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And  never  more  behold  the  light, 
And  never,  never  rise  again. 

11  Ye  blooming  youth,  this  is  the  state 
Of  all  who  do  free  grace  refuse; 

And  soon  with  you  'twill  be  to  late, 
The  way  of  life  in  Christ  to  choose. 

12  Come  Iny  your  carnal  weapons  by, 
No  longer  fight  against  your  God; 

But  with  the  gospel  now  comply, 

And  lieav'ii  shall  be  your  great  re- 
ward. 

HYMN  10.     S.  M, 
Ajioslacij    2  Pet.  ii.  22. 
1    Ye  who  in  former  davs, 

Were  ibund  at  Zion'sgate; 
Who  seemed  to  walk  in  wisdom's  ways 
And  told  your  happy  state; 

Q  But  now  to  -sin  draw  back. 

And  love  again  to  stray, 
The  narrow  path  of  life  f>irsake, 

And  choose  the  beaten  way; 


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8  Think  not  your  names  abore 
Are  written  with  the  saints; 

The  promise  of  unchanging  love 
Is  his  who  never  faints. 

4  Your  transient  joy  and  peace, 
Your  deeper  doom  have  seal'd, 

Unless  you  wake  to  righteousness, 
Ere  judgment  is  reveal'd. 

HYMN  11    7s. 

Invitation  and  warning. 

1  Sinners  turn,  why  will  you  die? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why.? 
God  who  did  you  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live; 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands. 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands; 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,,  why 
Will  ye  cross  his  love  and  die? 

2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  you  die? 
God,  the  spirit  asks  you  why? 

He  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove 
Woo'd  you  to  embrace  his  love: 
Will  ye  no  his  grace  receive? 


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Will  je  still  refuse  to  lire? 
O,  ye  dying  sinners,  why, 
Why  will  ye  forever  die? 

HYMN   12.     P.  M. 

1  How  lost  was  my  condition, 
Till  Jesus  made  me  whole; 

There  is  but  one  Physician 
Can  cure  the  sin-sick  soul; 

Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 
And  snatched  me  from  the  grave, 

To  tell  to  all  around  me, 

His  wonderous  power  to  save. 

2  The  worst  of  all  diseases 
Is  light  compared  with  sin; 

On  every  part  it  seizes, 

But  rages  most  within; 
*Tis  palsy,  plague  and  fever, 

And  madness,  all  combined; 
And  none  but  a  believer. 

The  least  relief  can  find. 

3  From  men  great  skill  professing, 
I  sought  a  cure  to  gain; 

But  this  proved  more  distressing. 


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And  added  to  my  pain. 
Some  said  tiiat  nothing  ailed  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost, 
Thus  every  refuge  failed  me, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  crossed. 

4  At  length  this  great  Physician, 

(How  matchless  is  his  grace) 
Accepted  my  petition, 

And  undertook  my  case  : 
First  gave  me  sight  to  view  him, 

For  sin  my  eyes  had  sealed; 
Then  bade  me  look  upon  him: 

I  looked — and  I  was  healed. 

6  A  dying,  risen  JesuSj 

Seen  by  an  eye  of  faith, 
At  once  from  danger  frees  us, 

And  saves  the  soul  from  death 
Come  then  to  this  Physician, 

His  help  he'll  freely  give; 
He  makes  no  hard  condition — 

'Tis  only  look,  and  live. 


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HIMN  13.     P.  M. 

The  manna  Hymn. 

1  Brethren,  we  have  met  to  worship, 
And  adore  the  Lord  our  God, 

"Will  you  pray  with  all  your  power. 
While  we  wait  upon  the  Lord? 

All  is  vain,  unless  the  Spirit 
Of  the  Holy  One  comes  down. 

Brethren,  pray,  and  Holy  Manna 
Will  be  shower'd  all  around. 

2  Brethren,  see  poor  sinners  round  you, 
Slumbering  on  the  brink  of  woe, 

Death  is  coming,  hell  is  moving, 
Can  you  bear  to  let  them  go? 

See  your  fathers  and  your  mothers, 
And  their  children  sinking  down. 

Brethren,  pray,  Sec. 

"^  Don't  you  see  that  poor  backslider, 
Who  was  once  near  heaven's  door? 

Now  he  has  denied  the  Saviour, 
And  he's  worse  than  e'er  before. 

Yet  the  Saviour  offers  pardon, 
If  he  will  confess  hia  wound. 

Brethren  pray,  &c. 


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4  Sisters,  will  you  join  and  help  u»? 

Moses'  sisters  helped  him; 
Will  you  seek  the  trembling  mourner 

Who  is  struggling  hard  with  sin? 
Tell  them  all  about  the  Saviour, 

Tell  them  that  he  will  be  found. 
Sisters,  pray,  &,c. 

6  Let  us  love  our  God  supremely, 

Let  us  love  each  other  too. 
Let  us  join  and  pray  to  Jesus^ 

Till  the  Lord  makes  all  things  new. 
Soon  he'll  call  us  home  to  glory, 

At  his  table  we'll  sit  down, 
Christ  will  gird  himself  and  serve  us 

With  sweet  manna  all  around. 

HYMN  14.  S.  M. 
Morning . 
|]  1  We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee, 
O  Day-Star  from  on  high! 
'The  sun  itself  is  but  thy  shade. 
Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  sky. 

S  2  O  may  no  gloomy  crime 
Pollute  the  rising  day ! 


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May  Jesus*  blood,  like  evening  dew, 
Wash  all  our  stains  away! 

3  May  we  this  day  improve, 
To  mourn  for  errors  past; 

And  live  this  short  revolving  day. 
As  if  it  were  our  last. 

4  To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  one  in  three, 

Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  forever  be. 

HYMN  15.     6s.  &  43. 
Hymn  to  the  Trinity. 

1  Come  thou  Almighty  King, 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing. 

Help  us  to  praise. 
Father  all  glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  days. 

2  Jesus  our  Lord  arise, 
Scatter  our  enemies. 

And  make  them  fall. 


Let  thine  Almighty  aid, 
Our  sure  defence  be  made, 
Our  souls  on  thee  be  stay'd, 
Lord  hear  our  call. 

3  Come,  thou  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword, 

Our  prayer  attend. 
Come  and  thy  people  bless. 
And  give  thy  word  success, 
Spirit  of  holyness, 

On  us  descend. 

4  Come  holy  comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear, 

In  this  glad  hour; 
Thou  who  Almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart. 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power. 

5  To  thee,  great  One  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore; 
His  sovereign  Majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 


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HYMN  16.     P.  M. 

The  Atonements 
Saw  ye  my  Saviour,  saw  ye  my  Saviour? 
Saw  ye  my  Saviour  and  God  ? 
O  !  He  died  on  Calvary, 
To  atone  for  you  and  me; 
And  to  purchase  our  pardon  withblood. 

2  He  was  extended — He  was,  &c. 
Painfully  nailed  to  the  cross; 
Here  he  bow'd  his  head  and  died, 
Thus  my  Lord  was  crucified,' 

To  atone  for  a  world  that  was  lost. 

3  Jesus  hung  bleeding — Jesus,  &.c. 
Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain, 
And  the  solid  rocks  were  rent, 
Through  creation's  vast  extent, 
When  the  Jews  crucified  the  God-man 

4  Darkness  prevailed — Darkness,  &,c. 
Darkness  prevail'd  o'er  the  land, 
And  the  sun  refused  to  shine, 
When  his  majesty  divine, 

Was  derdied,  insulted  and  slain. 


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5  When  it  was  finish *d — when,  Slo. 
And  the  atonement  was  madcj 

He  was  t*dken  by  the  great, 
And  embahifi'd  with  spices  sweet, 
And  was  in  a  new  sepulchre  laid. 

6  Hail  mighty  Saviour — Hail,  &c. 
Prince,  and  the  author  of  peace; 
O!  He  burst  the  bars  of  death. 
And,  triumphant  from  the  earth, 
He  ascended  to  mansions  of  bliss. 

7  There  interceding — There  &c. 
Pleading  that  sinners  may  live, 
Crying,  "Father,  I  have  died,' 
O  behold  my  hands  and  side, 

O  forgive  them,  I  pray  thee  forgive." 

8  ^'  I  will  forgive  them — I  will,  (Sfc. 
When  they  repent  and  believe, 
Let  them  now  return  to  thee, 

And  be  reconcil'd  to  me. 

And  salvation  they  all  shall  receive." 


HYMN  17.     5s.  68. 

God^s  servants  should  praise  him 

1  Ye  servants  of  God, 
Your  Master  proclaim, 

And  publish  abroad 

His  wonderful  name; 
The  name  all  victorious 

Of  Jesus  extol; 
His  kingdom  is  glorioua 

And  rules  over  all. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high, 
Almighty  to  save; 

And  still  he  is  nigh, 

His  presence  we  have: 
The  great  congregation 

His  triumph  shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation 

To  Jesus  our  king. 

S  Salvation  to  God 

Who  sits  on  the  throne- 
Let  all  cry  aloud 

And  honor  the  Son; 
Our  Jesus*  praises 

The  angels  proclaim; 


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Fall  down  on  their  faces 
And  worship  the  Lamb. 

4  Then  let  us  adore, 

And  give  him  his  right; 
All  glory  and  power, 

And  wisdom  and  might; 
All  honor  and  blessing, 

With  angels  above;  ^ 

And  thanks  never  ceasing,' 

And  infinite  love. 

HYMN  18.  C.  M. 

1  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall; 

Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem. 
And  crov/n  him  lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  him,  ye  morning  stars  of  light 
Who  fixod  this  floating  ball; 

Now  hail  the  strength  of  Israel's  might 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

3  Crown  him  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 
Who  from  his  altar  call: 

Extol  the  stem  •f  Jesse's  rod. 
And  crown  hire — Lord  of  all. 


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4  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 
Ye  ransom 'd  from  the  fall, 

Hail  him,  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

5  Sinners,    whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall. 

Go  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

6  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
On  this  terrestrial  ball, 

To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

HYMN  19.    lis. 
Divine  Mercy.     Psalm  Ixxxix.   1. 

1  Xhy  mercy,  my  God,  is  tlie  theme  of  my  song. 
The  joy  of  my  heart,  and  the  boast  of  my  tongue. 
Thy  free  grace  alone,  from  the  first  to  the  last, 
Hath  won  my  affections,  and  bound  my  soul  fast. 

2  Without  thy  sweet  mercy,  I  could  not  live'here. 
Sin  soon  would  reduce  me  to  utter  despair; 
But  thro'  thy  free  goodness,  ray  spirits  revive. 
And  he  that  first  made  me  still  keeps  me  alive. 


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8  The  door  of  thy  mercy  stands  open  all  day, 
To  the  poor  and  the  needy,  who  knock  by   the 

way; 
No  Binner  shall  ever  be  empty  sent  back, 
Who  comes  seeking  mercy  for  Jesus'  sake. 

4  Thy  mercy  in  Jesus  exempts  me  from  hell ; 
Its  glories  I'll  sing  and  its  wonders  I'll  tell  ; 

'T  was  Jesus,  my  friend,  when  he  hung  on  the 

tree, 
That  open'd  the  channel  of  mercy  for  me. 

5  Great  Father  of  mercies!  thy  goodness  I  own. 
And  the  cov'nant  love  of  thy  crucifi'd  son; 

All  praise  to  the  Spirit,  whose  witness  divine 
Seals  mercy,  and  pardon,  and  righteousness  mine. 

HYMN  20.     P.  M. 

Expostulatio'ii. 
1  Now  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading, 

At  the  sinner's  bolted  heart; 
Now  in  heaven  he's  interceding, 

Undertaking  sinners  part. 

CHORUS. 

Sinners,  can  you  hate  this  Saviour? 

Will  you  thrust  him  from  your  arms? 
Once  h^di'd  for  your  behaviour, 

Now  ne  calls  you  to  his  charms. 


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S  Now  he  pleads  bis  sweat  and  blood- 
shed, 
Shows  bis  wounded  hands  and  feet; 
Father  save  them  tho' they're  blood  red. 
Raise  them  to  a  heav'nly  seat. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  &c. 

S  Sinners,  hear  your  God  and  Saviour, 
Hear  his  gracious  voice  to-day, 

Turn  from  all  your  vain  behaviour, 
O  repent,  return  and  pray. 
Sinner  can  you  hate,  &c. 

4  O  be  wise,  before  you  languish 
On  the  bed  of  dying  strife! 

Endless  joy  or  dreadful  anguish, 
Turn  upon  th'  events  of  life! 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  &c. 

5  Now  he's  waiting  to  be  gracious; 
Now  he  stands  and  looks  on  thee; 

See  what  kindness,  love  and  pity, 
Shines  around  on  you  and  me  1 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  &c. 

6  Open  now  your  hearts  before  him, 
Bid  the  Saviour  welcome  in; 


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Nqvf  receive  and  O,  adore  him; 
Take  a  full  discharge  from  sin. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  See. 

7  Come,  for  all  things  now  are  ready: 
-   Yet  there's  room  for  many  more; 

0  ye  blind,  ye  lame  and  needy, 
Come  to  wisdom's  boundless  store^ 

Sinners,  can  you  hate.  Sec. 

HIMN  21.     7s.  &  8s. 
The  Bible  a  Treasure. 

1  Precious  Bible!  what  a  treasure 
Does  the  word  of  God  afford! 

All  1  want  for  life  or  pleasure. 

Food  and  med'cine,  shield  and  sword. 
Let  the  world  account  me  poor, 
Having  this,  I  want  no  more. 

2  Food  to  which  the  world  's  a  stranger, 
Here  my  hungry  soul  enjoys; 

Of  excess  there  is  no  danger, 

Though  it  fills,  it  never  clogs: 
On  a  dying  Christ  I  feed. 
He  is  meat  and  drink  indeed! 


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2  In  the  hour  of  dark  temptation 
Satan  cannot  make  me  yield, 

For  the  word  of  consolation 
Is  to  me  a  mighty  shield  ; 

While  the  Scripture  truths  are  sure 

From  his  malice  I'm  secure. 

4  Shall  I  envy  thee,  thou  miser, 
Doating  on  thy  golden  store? 

Sure  I  am,  I  should  be  wiser, 
I  am  rich,  'tis  he  is  poor. 

Jesus  gives  me  in  his  word, 

Food  and  medicine,  shield  and  sword. 

HYMN  22.     12s.  &  lis. 

The  Family  Bible. 
1  How  painfully  pleasing  the  fond, recollection 

Of  youthful  emotions  and  innocent  joy, 
When  blest  with  parental  advice  and  atfection. 
Surrounded  with  mercies — with  peace  from  on 
high. 
I  still  view  the  chair  of  my  sire  and  my  mother. 
The  seats  of  their  offsprings  as  ranged  on  each 
hand, 
Ancl  that  richest  book  which  excels  ev'ry  other. 

That  family  Bible  which  lay  on  the  stand. 
The  old  fashioned  Bible,  the  dear  blessed  Bible^ 
The  family  Bibh  that  lay  on  the  simnd. 


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2  That  Bible,  the  volnme  of  God's  inspiration, 
At  morn  and  at  evening  could  yield  us  delight. 

The  prayer  of  our  sire  was  a  sweet  invooation"^. 
For  mercy  by  day,  and  forsafetv  thron-^'h  ni4t. 

Our  hymns  of  thanksgiving  with  harmony   swel- 

All  warm  from  the  heart  of  a  family  band. 
Half  rais'd  us  from  earth  to  that  rapturous  dwell- 

Dcscrib'd  in  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 
The  old  fashioned  Bible  8fC. 

3  Ye  scenes  of  tranquility,  long  have  we  parted, 
My^  hopes  almost  gone,   and  my   parents  no 
more; 
la  sorrow  and  sadness  I  live  broken  hearted, 
^  And  wander  unknown  on  a  far  distant  shore. 
Yet  how  can  I  doubt  a  dear  saviour's  protection, 

^Forgetful  of  gifts  from  his  bountii'ul  hand; 
Oh!  let  me  with  patience  receive  his  correction. 
And  think  of  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 
The  old  fashioned  Bible  ^c. 

HYMN  23.     L.  M. 
Reading  the  Scriptures. 
1   Great  God!  oppress 'd  with  grief  and 
fear, 
I  take  thy  book  and  hope  to  find 
Some  gracious  v/ord  of  promise  there, 
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To  soothe  the  sorrov/s  of  rnj  mind. 

2  I  turn  the  sacred  volume  o'er, 

And  search   with  care  from  page   to 
page; 
Of  threat 'nings  find  an  ample  store, 
But  nought  that  can  my  grief  assuage. 

3  And    is    there   naught  !  Forbid,  dear 

Lord! 
So  base  a  thought  should  e'er  arise; 
I'll  search  again,  and  while  I  search, 

0  may  the  scales  fall  off  mine  eyes! 

4  'Tis  done;  and  with  transporting  joy, 

1  read  the  heaven-inspired  lines; 
There  Mercy  spreads  its  brightest  beams, 

.  And  truth  with  dazzling  lustre  shines. 

5  Here's  heavenly  food  for  hutjgry  souls, 
And  mines  of  gold  t'enrich  tiie  poor; 

Here's  healing  balm  for  every  wound 
A  salve  for  every  fest'ring  sore. 

HYMN  24.  6s.  &  7s. 
1  I  love  the  holy  Son  of  God, 
Who  once  this  vale  of  sorrdw  trod. 


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Who  bore  my  sins,  a  dreadful  load, 

Up  Calvary's  gloomy  mountain. 

There  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 

The  sport  of  many  an  inpious  tongue, 

While  pain  extreme  has  nature  vt'rung, 

And  flow'd  life's  crimson  fountain. 

2  The  sun  would  not  behold  the  scene. 
But  round  him  threw  night's  sable  screen; 
Nature  was  rob'd  in  mourning  mien, 

And  sigh'd  when  Jesus  suffer'd. 
But  ah!  his  persecutors  stood, 
That  wicked,  impious,  hellish  bi:ood, 
Unmoved  to  see  his  gushing  blood, 

And  shocking  insults  offcr'd. 

3  O!  why  did  not  his  fury  burn, 

And  Hoods  of  vengeance  on  them  turn? 
Amazing!  see,  his  bowels  yearn 

In  soft  compsssion  on  them. 
No  fury  kindles  in  his  eyes. 
They  beam  with  love — and  when  he  dies, 
^'  Father,  forgive,"  the  Sufferer  cries 

"  They  knovv^  not  " — O  forgive  them. 

4  How  ardent  ought  my  love  to  be 
To  Him  who's  done  so  much  for  me; 

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Mj  constant  j>ervice  faithful,  free — 

And  all  my  powers  employing. 
I  should  my  cross  v/ith  pleasure  bear, 
And  place  my  all  of  glorying  there, 
In  1  IS  reproach  most  gladly  share, 
In  tribulation  joying. 

5  And  never  shall  it  be  concerJed, 
He  hath  to  me  his  love  revealed, 
Of  all  my  sins  a  pardon  seal'd — 

I  feel  his  blessed  favor. 
In  him  I  do  and  will  rejoice; 
I'll  praise  him  with  a  cheerful  voice, 
Until  the  theme  my  tongue  employs 

lu  heaven  above,  forever. 

HYMN  25.     P.  M. 
The  sufferings  of  Christ. 
1   Throughout  our  Saviour's  life  v/e  trace 
Nothing  but  shame  and  deep  disgrace, 

No  period  else  was  seen, 
Till  he  the  spotless  victim  fell, 
Tasting  in  soul  a  painful  hell, 
Caus'd  by  the  creature's  sin. 


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2  On  the  cold  ground  me  thinks  I  see 

Mj  Jesus  kneel  and  pray  for  me; 

For  this  I  him  adore; 
Seiz'd  with  a  chilly  sweat  throughout, 
Blood-drops  did  force  their  passage  out, 

Through  e\'rj  opening  pore. 

3  A  crown  of  thorns  his  temples  bore, 
His  back  v/ith  cruel  lashes  tore, 

Till  one  the  bones  might  see! 
Mocking,  they  push'd  hiin  here  and  there. 
Marking  his  way  with  blood  and  tears, 

Press'd  by  the  heavy  tree. ' 

4  Thus  up  the  hill  he  heavy  came, 
Round  him  they  mock'd  and  made  their 

game; 

4t  length  his  cross  they  rear; 
And  can  you  see  the  Son  of  God 
Cry  out  beneath  sin's  heavy  load, 

Without  one  thankful  tear? 

5  Thus  bearing  our  iniquity, 

He  dies  with  anguish  on  the  tree; 
What  tongue  his  grief  can  tell? 
The   shudd'ring  rocks  their  heads  re- 
cline, 

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The  morning  sun  refused  to  shine, 
When  the  Redeemer  fell. 

6  Shout  brethren,  shout  with    songs  di- 
vine, 
He  drank  the  gall  to  give  us  wine, 

To  quench  our  parching  thurst: 
Seraphs,  advance  your  voices  higher, 
Bride  of  the  Lamb,  unite  the  choir, 

To  praise  your  precious  Christ. 

HYMN  26.     C.  M. 

1  Arise  and  shine,  O  Zion  fair, 
Behold  thy  light  is  come, 

Thy  glorious  conquering  King  is  near, 

To  take  his  exiles  home; 
The  trumpet's  thundering  thro'  the  sky, 

To  set  poor  sinners  free; 
The  day  of  wonders  now  is  nigh. 

The  year  of  jubilee. 

2  Ye  heralds,  blow  your  trumpets  loud. 
Throughout  the  earth  and  sky; 

Go,  spread  the  news  from  pole  to  pole. 
Behold  the  judgment's  nigh:   ' 

Blow  out  the  sun,  turn  up  the  earth, 
Consume  the  rolling  flood; 


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Whilst  every  star  shall  disappear, 
The  moon  turn  into  blood. 

3  Arise,  ye  nations  under  ground, 
Before  the  judge  appear; 

All  tongues,  all  languages  shall  come, 

Their  final  doom  to  hear. 
King  Jesus  on  his  azure  throne, 

Ten  thousand  angels  round; 
While  Gabriel,  with  his  silver  trump, 

Echoes  the  dreadful  sound. 

4  The  glorious  news  of  gospel  grace, 
With  sinners  now  is  o'er, 

The  trump  in  Zion  now  is  still. 

And  to  be  blown  no  more; 
The  watchmen  all  have  left  the  walls, 

And  with  their  flocks  above, 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore  they  sing. 

And  shout  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  27.     P.  M. 

The  Christian  Pilgrim. 

1  Whither  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger. 

Wandering  through  this  lonely  vale, 

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Knowest  thou  not  'tis  full  of  danger? 
And  will  not  thy  courage  fail? 
No,  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom, 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me? 

O  hallelujah,  O  hallelujah, 
I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom, 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me? 
O  hallelujah,  O  hallelujah. 

2  Pilgrim  thou  has  justly  called  me, 
Passing  through  a  waste  so  wide, 

But  no  harm  will  e'er  befall  me, 
While  I'm  blest  with  such  a  guide, 
^or  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &c. 

3  Such  a  guide!  no   guide  attends  thee, 
Hence  for  thee  my  fears  arise; 

If  some  guardian  power  befriend  thee, 
'Tis  unseen  by  mortal  eyes. 

O,  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  Stc. 

4  Yes,  unseen,  but  still  believe  me. 
Such  a  guide  my  steps  attend; 

He'll  in  every  strait  relieve  me. 
He  v>'ill  guide  me  to  the  end. 
For  I'm  bound,  Stc. 


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Pilgrim,  see  that  stream  before  thee, 
Darkly  winding  through  the  vale; 

Should  its  deadly  waves  roll  o'er  thee, 
Would  not  then  thy  courage  fail? 
No,  I'm  bound,  See. 

6  No,  that  stream  has  nothing  frightful, 
To  its  brink  my  steps  I'll  bend, 

Thence  to  plunge  'twill  be  delightful; 
There  my  pilgrimage  will  end. 
For  I'm  bound,  &c. 

7  While  I  gazed,  with  speed  surprising, 
Down    the  stream   she   plunged  from 

sight; 
Gazing  still,  I  saw  her  rising, 
Like  an  anji^el  clothed  with  light. 
O,  I'm  bound,  &c. 

8  Cease,  my  heart,   this   mournful  cry- 

ing. 
Death  will  burst  this  sullen  gloom; 
Soon  my  spirit,  fluttering,  dying, 
Will  be  borne  beyond  the  tomb. 
For  I'm  bound,  &.c. 


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HYMN  28.     C.  M. 

Warning  to  sinners  to  flee  from  the   rath 
to  come. 

1  With  love  of  pity  I  look  round 
Upon  my  fellow  clay; 

See  men  reject  the  gospel  sound, 
Good  God  !  what  shall  I  say  ? 

2  Now  is  the  time,   th'   accepted  hour, 
O  sinners!   come  away; 

The  Saviour  's  knocking  at  your  door, 
Arise  without  delay^ 

3  Do  not  refuse  to  give  him  room, 
Lest  mercy  should  withdraw; 

He'll  then  in  robes  of  vengeance  come, 
To  execute  his  law. 

4  Then  Avhere,  poor  sinners,  will  you  be, 
If  destitute  of  grace: 

When  you  your  injur'd  Judge  shall  see, 
And  stand  before  his  face? 

5  O  could  you  shun  that  dreadful  sight, 
How  would  you  Vv'ish  to  fly 

To  the  dark  shades  of  endless  nighty 
From  that  all-searching  eye. 


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6  But  death  and  hell  must  all  appear, 
And  you  among  them  stand; 

Before  the  great  impartial  bar, 
Arrang'd  at  Christ's  left  hand. 

7  Let  not  these  warnings  be  in  vain, 
But  lend  a  list'ning  ear, 

Lest  you  should  meet  them  all  again, 
When  wrapt  in  keen  despair. 

HYMN  29.     C.  P.  M. 
John  Hi.  S. 

1  Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound,, 
My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found, 

And  knew  not  where  to  go; 
Eternal  truth  did  loud  proclaim, 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  sink  to  endless  wo." 

2  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  pour'd  its  curses  on  my  head, 

I  no  relief  could  find; 
This  fearful  truth  increas'd  my  pain, 
"The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

And  whelm 'd  my  tortur'd  miud. 


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S  Again  did  Sinai's  thunders  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast,  oppressive  load; 
Alas,  I  read  and  saw  it  plain, 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

4  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  teH, 
How  Jesus  conquer 'd  death  and  hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare; 
Yet  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

I  sunk  in  deepdispair. 

5  But  Vvhile  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
The  gracious  Saviour  pass'd  this  way, 

And  felt  his  pity  move; 
The  sinner,  by  his  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  30     8s.  &  7s. 
Mourning  Souls, 
1  Poor  mourning  souls  in  deep  distress 

Making  sad  lamentation, 
Find  themselves  lost  in  wickedness, 
And  under  condemnation; 


While   thunderbolts  from  Sinai's  mount, 
Do  sound  with  loudest  terror, 

And  they  as  naught  in  God's  account, 
Are  drown'd  in  grief  and  sorrow. 

2  O  here  I  am  in  deep  distress, 
Most  worn  away  with  trouble; 

Day  after  day  I  seek  f9r  peace, 

But  llnd  my  sorrow  double. 
Saith  Satan,  fatal  is  your  stale, 

Time  past  you  might  repented, 
But  now  you  see  it  is  to  late, 

So  make  yourself  contented. 

3  How  can  I  live,  how  can  I  breathe, 
Under  this  sore  temptation, 

Conclude  ray  day  of  grace  is  o'er; 

Lord  hear  my  lementation; 
For  I  am  weary  of  my  life,  *' 

Of  pains  and  bitter  crying, 
My  wants  are  great,  my  mind's  in  strait, 

My  spirit's  almost  dying. 

4  But  who  is  lie  that  looketh  forth, 
Sweet  as  the  blooming,  morning. 

Fair  as  the  moon,  clear  as  tlie  sun, 
'Tis  Jesus  Christ  adorning. 


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Je«ti3  can  clothe  my  naked  soul; 

Jesus  for  me  hath  died: 
And  now  I  can  vrith  pleasure  sing, 

My  wants  are  a!i  supplied. 

HYMN  31.  ■  C.  P.  M. 
Grace  Co7iquerino\ 

1  Lord  thou  hast  won — at  length  I  yield; 
Mj  heart  by  mighty  grace  compelled, 

Surrenders  all  to  thee; 
Against  thy  terrors  long  I  strove, 
But  who  can  stand  against  thy  love? 
Love  conquers,  even  rne. 

2  If  thou  hadst  bid  thy  thunders  roll, 
And  lightnings  flash  to  blast  my  soul, 

I  still  had  stubborn  been; 
But  mercy  has  my  heart  subdued, 
A  bleeding  vSaviour  I  have  viewed. 

And  now  i  hate  my  sin. 

3  Now  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone; 
Come,  take  possession  of  thine  own, 

For  thou  hast  set  me  free; 
Released  from  Satan's  hard  command, 
See  all  my  powers  in  waiting  stand, 

To  be  employ 'd  by  thee. 


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HYMN  52.     L.  M. 
A  young  convert  falling  into  darkness. 
I  When  converts  first  begin  to  sing, 
Their  happy  souls  are  on  the  wing; 
Their  theme  is  all  redeeming  love, 
Fane  would  they  be  with  Christ  above. 

2^:'With  admiration  they  behold 
The  love  of  Christ,  that  can't  be  told  ; 
They  viev/  themselves  upon  the  shore, 
And  think  the  battle  all  is  o'er. 

S  They  wonder  why  old  saints  don't  sing, 
And  make  the  heav'nly  arches  ring; 
Ring  v/ith  melodious  joyful  sound, 
Because  a  prodigal  is  found. 

4  But  'tis  not  long  before  they  feel 
Their  feeble  souls  begin  to  reel; 
They  think  their  former  hopes  are  vain, 
For  they  are  bound  in  Satan's  chain. 

5  O  foolish  child,  why  didst  thou  boast, 
In  the  enlargement  of  thy  coast? 
Why  didst  thou  think  to  ily  a  way, 
B@fore  thou  leav'st  this  feeble  elay? 


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6  Come  take  up  arms,  and  fr.ce  the  field, 
Come  gird  on  harness,  s«vord  and  shield, 
Stand  fast  in  faith,  fight  for  your  king, 
And  soon  the  vict'ry  you  shall  win. 

HYMN  33.     P.  M. 
Saints  entering  Paradise. 
1   Hail,  ye  hosts  of  seraphs  bright! 

I've  com.e  to  join  your  Kurnl)er; 
For  ever  to  feel    delight, 

With  angels  and  my  Saviour, 
My   cares  have   ceased,   my   pains   are 

o'er. 
I  now  have  reached  the  blissful  shore, 
And  floods  of  light  begin  to  roll, 
And  burst  upon  my  ravished  soul. 

O  sound  his  praise  ye  heav'nly  choir, 
Who  plucked  me  from  the  fiaming 
fire. 

S  iVow  ye  fleeting  things  of  time. 
No  more  your  false  attraction, 

Can  move  this  peaceful  breast  of  mincj 
My  joytj  are  everlasting. 

Long  I  withstood  the  powers  of  hell, 

And  Jesus  was  my  glorious  shield; 


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Now  I've  got  through  the  wilderness, 
Give  glory  to  my  great  High  Priest. 
O  sound  his  praise,  &c. 

3  Jesus  looks  with  smiles  of  love, 
And  angels  bid  me  welcome; 

The  patriarchs  and  prophets  all, 

Reach  forth  the  hand  of  friendship, 
My  christian  neighbors  here  I  find, 
My  kindred  and  my  nearest  friends. 
The  song  of  Moses  now  I'll  join, 
And  heaven  and  glory,  all  are  mine, 
O  sound  his  praise,  &c. 

4  Now  I  see  my  God  and  King, 
With  grateful  admiration; 

His  ways,  his  works,  his  name  I'll  sing 

In  flaming  adoration. 
His  everlasting;  glories  shine, 
Diffusing  light  and  joy  divine. 
To  n)illions  in  those  happy  climes, — 
And  heaven  and  glory  are  mine. 

O  sound  his  praise,  &c. 

5  Through  the  boundless  field  of  light, 
My  mind  is  lost  to  ponder; 


so 

I  sail  through  seas  of  glory  bright, 

O  glorious  scenes  of  wonder! 
Angelic  notes  in  highest  strains, 
Are  echoed  o'er  these  heav'nly  plains; 
The  sacred  anthems  now  I  join, 
And  heaven  and  glory  all  are  mine. 
O  sound  his  praise,  &,c. 

HYMM  34.     P.  M. 

The  nevj  Convert. 

1  O  how  happy  are  they, 
Who  their  Saviour  ohey, 

And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above! 
Tongue  can  never  express 
The  sw^eet  comfort  and  peace 

Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love! 

2  That  sweet  comforl  was  mine, 
When  the  favour  divine 

I  had  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb; 

When  at  first  I  believ'd, 

What  true  joy  I  receiv'd, 
What  a  heav'n  in  Jesus  name. 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below, 
Mj  Redeemer  to  knew, 


SI 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus  all  the  day  long 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song; 

O  that  alf,  liis  salvation  might  see! 

He  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cried, 

He  hath  sufier'd  and  died, 
To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me. 

5  O!  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight,         _ 
Which  I  felt  in  the  life-givmg  b.ood. 

Of  my  saviour  possest, 
I  was  perfectly  blest, 
As  if  fili'd  with  the  fulness  of  i^od. 

,   HYMN  35.     7s. 
Hearts  of  Stone. 
1  Hearts  of  stone,  relent,  relent, 

Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdued; 
See  his  body  mangled— rent, 
Cover'd  with  a  gore  of  blood, 


§2 

Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done! 
Murder'd  God's  eternal  Son. 

2  Yes,  our  sins  have  done  the  deed, 
Drove  the  nails  that  fix'd  him  there 

Crown'd  with  thorns  his  sacred  head, 
Pierced  him  with  a  soldier's  spear; 

Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice. 

For  a  sinful  world  he  dies. 

4  Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain, 
Still- to  death  pursue  your  Lord; 

Open  tear  his  wounds  again, 
Trample  on  his  precious  blood.'* 

No!  with  all  my  sins  I'll  part, 

Saviour,  take  my  broken  heart. 

HYMN  36.     8s.  &  7s. 
Bartimeus.     Mark  x .  48 

1  ''Mercy,  O  thou  son  of  David!" 
Thus  the  blind  Bartim'us  pray'd; 

"  Others  by  thy  word  are  sav'd, 
Now  to  me  afford  thine  aid. 

2  Many  for  his  crying  chid  hina. 
But  he  call'd  the  louder  still; 


5S 

Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him, 
*'  Come  and  ask  me  what  you  will." 

3  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 
Though  by  begging  us'd  to  live; 

But  he  ask'cl/and  Jesus  granted 

Alms  which  none  but  he  could  give. 

4  ''  Lord   remove   this  grievous  blind- 

ness, 
Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day!" 
Straight  he  saw,  and  won  by  kindness, 
Foilovv'd  Jesus  in  the  way. 

5  Oh!  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 
"  Publishing  to  all  arround: 

^'  Friends  is  not  my  case  amazing? 
What  a  saviour  I  have  found! 

6  Oh!  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 
And  would  be  advis'd  by  me! 

Surely  they  would  hasten  to  him, 
He  would  cause  them  all  to  see." 


HYMN  37.     C.  M. 
Belshazzer.     Daniel  v.  5,  6. 
1   Poor  sinners!  little  do  they  think 

With  whom  they  have  to  do! 
They  stand  securely  on  the  brink 
Of  everlasting  wo. 

S  Chaldea's  king,  profanely  bold, 

The  Lord  of  hosts  defi'd; 
But  vengeance  soon  his  boasts  controi'd, 

And  humble  all  his  pride. 

S  He  saw  a  hand  upon  the  walJ, 
(And  trembled  on  his  throne,) 

Which  wrote  his  sudden,  dreadful  fall, 
In  characters  unknown. 

4  His  pomp  and  music,  guests  and  wine, 
No  more  delight  afford: 

O  sinner  ere  this  case  be  thine, 
Begin  to  seek  the  Lord. 

5  The  law,  like  this  hand-writing,  stands, 
And  speaks  the  wrath  of  God; 

But  Jesus  answers  its  demands, 
And  cancels  it  with  blood, 


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HYJVIN  38.     lis. 

Delay  not. 

1  Delay  not,  delay  not,   O  sinner  draw 

near, 
The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowingfor  thee 
No  price  is  demanded  the  saviour  is  here, 
Redemption  is  purchased,  salvation  is 

free. 

2  Delay  not,  delay  not  why  longer  abuse 
The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus  thy 

God? 
A  fountain  is  opened,  how  canst  thou  re- 
fuse 
To  wash  and  be  cleansed  in  his  par- 
doning blood? 

S  Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner  to  come, 
For  mercy  still  lingers,  and  calls  the 
to-day; 
Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  of  the 
tomb; 
Her  message,   unheeded,    will    soon 
pass  away. 


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4  Delay  not,  delay  not,the  spiritjof  grace, 
Long  grieved  and  resisted,  may   take 

fts  sad  flight, 
And  leave  thee  in  darkness  tofinish  thy 
race, 
To  sink  in  the  depth  of  eternity's  night. 

5  Delay  not,  delay   not,  the   hour  is  at 

hand — 

The  earth  shall  desolve,  the   heavens 
shall  fade; 
The  dead,  small  and  great,  in  the  judg- 
ment shall  stand; 

What  power  then,  O  sinner,  shall  lend 
the  its  aid! 

HYMN  39.     L.  M. 

Reflection. 

1  Alas,  alas,  how  blind  I've  been, 
How  little  of  myself  I've  seen! 
Sportive  I  sail'd  the  sensual  tide, 
Thoughtless  of  God  whom  I  defied. 

2  I  heard  of  heaven,  I  heard  of  hell^ 
Where  bliss  and  wo  eternal  dwell  j 


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But  mock'd  the  threats  of  truth  divine, 
And    scorn 'd    the   place    where    angels 
shine. 

3  My  angry  heart  refused  the  blood 
Of  a  decending,  suffering  God; 
And  guilty  passion  boldly  broke 

The  holy  law  which  heaven  had  spoke, 

4  The     alluring    world    controU'd    my 

choice, 
When  conscience   spoke,   I    hush'd   its 

voice, 
Securely  laugh'd  along  the  road, 
Which  hapless  millions  first  had  trod. 

5  Now  the  Almighty  God  comes  near, 
And  makes  me  shake  with  awful  fear; 
Perhaps  I  sink  to  endless  pain. 

Nor  hear  tlie  voice  of  joy  again. 

HYMN  40.     P.  M. 
Calvary. 
1   As  near  to  Calvary  I  pass, 
Me  thinks  I  see  a  bloody  cross; 
Where  a  poor  victim  hangs; 


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His  flesh  with  rugged  iron  tore, 
His  limbs  all  dressed  in  purple  gore, 
Gasping  in  dying  pangs. 

2  Surpris'd  the  spectacle  to  see, 
I  ask'd  who  can  this  victim  be 

In  such  exquisite  pain? 
Why  thus  consign'd  to  woes?  I  cried; 
"  'Tis  I,"  the  bleeding  God  replied, 
*'  To  save  a  world  from  sin." 

3  A  God  for  rebel  mortal  dies; 
How  can  it  be?  my  soul  replies: 

What!  Jesus  died  for  me? 
''Yes,"  sailh  the  suff'ring  Son  of  God; 
'^  I  give  my  life,  I  spill  my  blood, 

For  thee,  poor  soul,  for  thee." 

4  Lord,    since    thy    life  thou'st    freely- 

given. 
To  bring  my  wretched  soul  to  heaven, 

And  bless  me  with  thy  love, 
Then  at   thy  feet,  O  God,  I'll  fall, 
Give  thee  my  life,  my  soul,  my  all, 

To  reign  with  thee  above. 


HYMN  41.     12s. 

The   Chariot. 

1  The  chariot  !  the  chariot  I  its  wheels  roll  ia 

fire, 
As  the  Lord  conuth  dov/n  in  the  pomp  of  his  ire; 
I  Lo,  self-moving  it  drives  on  its  pathway  of  clond, 
I  And  the  heavens   with  the  burden  of   Godhead 
'  are  bow'd. 

2  The  glory!  the  glory!  around  him  are  pour'd, 
Mighty    hosts    of  the  angels  thut   wait    on    the 

Lord; 

And  the  glorified  saints,  and  the  martyrs  are 
there, 

And  there  all  who  the  palm-wreaths  of  victory- 
wear! 

3  The  trumpet!  the  trumpet!  the  dead   have    all 

heard  : 
Lo,  the  depths  of  the  stone-cover'd  charnel  are 

stirr'd! 
From  the  sea,  from  the  earth,  from  the    south, 

from  the  north. 
All  the  vast  gmieration  of  man  are  come  forth! 

4  The  judgment!  the  judgment!  the  thrones  are 

all  set. 
Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white-vested  elders  are 

met! 
There  all  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the  Lord, 
Abd  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  his  word. 


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5  O  mercy!  O  mercy!  look  down  from  above. 
Great  Creator,  on  us,  thy  sad  children,  with  love! 
When  beneath  to  their  darkness,  the  wicked  are 

driven , 
May  our  justified  souls  find  a  welcome  in  heaven! 

HYMN  42.     €.  M. 
Deliverance  from  sin. 

1  I  ask  the  gift  of  righteousness, 
The  sill-subduing  power; 

Power  to  believe, and  go  in  peace. 
And  never  grieve  thee  more. 

2  I  ask  the  blood-bought  pardon  seal'd, 
The  liberty  from  sin; 

The  grace  infus'dthe  love  reveal'd, 
The  kingdom  fix'd  within. 

3  Thou  hear'st  me  for  salvation  pray; 
Thou  seest  my  heart's  desire; 

Made  ready  in  thy  powerful  day, 
Thy  fulness  I  require; 

4  My  vehement  soul  cries  out  oppress'd, 
Impatient  to  be  freed! 

Nor  can  I,  Lord,  nor  v/ill  I  rest, 
Till  I  am  saved  indeed. 


5  Thou  canst,  thou  wilt,  I  dare  believe 
,    So  arm  iv.e  with  thy  power, 
That  I  to  sin  may  never  cleave. 

May  never  feei  it  more. 

HYMN  43.     S.  M. 
JVaich  and  pray.     Matt.  xxvi.  41. 

1  My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard; 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise; 

And  hosts  of  sins  are  pressing  hard. 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  Oh,  v/atch,  and  fight  and  pray, 
The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 

Renew  it  boldly  ev'ry  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  vict'ry  won, 
Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down; 

Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done, 
Till  thou  hast  got  thy  crown. 


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HYMN  44.     C.  M. 

Self-denial.     Mark  viii.  34. 

1  And  must  I  part  v/ith  all  I  bave, 
My  dearest  Lord  for  thee? 

It  is  but  right,  since  thou  hast  done 
Much  more  than  this  for  me. 

2  Yes  let  it  go — cue  look  from  thee 
Will  more  than  make  amends, 

For  all  the  losses  I  sustain, 
Of  credit,  riches,  friends. 

3  Ten   thousand    worlds,  ten   thousand 

lives. 
How  worthless  they  appear, 
Compar'd with  thee,  supremely  good. 
Divinely  bright  and  fair! 

4  Saviour  of  souls,  could  I  from  thee 
A  single  smile  obtain, 

Though  destitute  of  all  things  else, 
I'd  glory  in  my  gain. 

HYMN  45.     P.  M. 
1   Hark!  listen  to  the  trumpeters! 
They  sound  for  veluuteers! 


On  Zion*s  bright  and  flow'rj  mount 

Behold  the  officers — 
Their     horses    white,    their    garments 
bright, 

With  crown  and  bow  they  stand, 
Enlisting  soldiers  for  their  King, 

To  march  for  Canaan's  land. 

2  It  sets  my  heart  all  in  aflame; 

A  soldier  I  will  be; 
I  will  enlist,  gird  on  my  arms, 

And  light  for  liberty. 
They  want  no  cowards  in  their  band 

(They  will  their  color  fly) 
But  call  for  valiant  hearted  men, 

Who're  not  afraid  to  die. 

S  The  armies  nov/  are  in  parade, 

How  martial  they  appear! 
All  arm'd  and  dress'd  in  uniform, 

They  look  like  men  of  v/ar; 
They  follow  their  great  General, 

The  great  eternal  Lamb, 
His  garments  stained  in  his  own  blood, 

King  Jesus  is  his  name. 


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4  The  trumpet  sounds,  the  armies  shout. 

And  drive  the  hosts  of  hell; 
How  dreadful  is  our  God  in  arms! 

The  great  Immanuel! 
Sinners,  enlist  with  Jesus  Christ, 

Th'  eterna-1  Son  of  God, 
And  march  with  us  to  Canaan's  land, 

Beyond  the  swelling  flood. 

HYMN  46.     L.  M. 

O  ihat  my  Load. 
1   O  That  my  load  of  sin  were  gone, 

O  that  I  could  at  last  submit, 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  me  down! 

To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet! 

3  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find; 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 

And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  iiibred  sin, 
And  fully  set  my  spirit  free; 

I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within, 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 


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4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God, 
Thv  light  and  easy  burden  prove, 

Tije  cross  al!  stain'd  with  hal.ow'd  blood 
The  labor  of  thy  dying  love.  ' 

5  I  would,  but  thou  must  give  the  power- 
My  heart  from  every  sin  release; 

Bring  near,  bring  near  th(>  joyful  hou!-, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perlcct  peace. 

6  Come  Lord,  the  drooping  sinner  cheer, 
•Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay; 

Appear  in  my  poor  heartr,  appear; 
My  God,  my  Savour,  come  away! 

HYMiV  47.     L.  M. 

1   Ye  blooming  youth,  I  pray  give  ear, 
A  death  bed  lamentation  hear! 
Ere  death  shall  blast  the  opening  flower 
O  make  thy  peace  and  calling  sure. 

2  In   pride   and   wealth   and    pleasure's 

maze 
I've  spent  the  morning  of  my  days; 
Did  oft  in  gayest  circles  shine, 
Nor  thought  my  sun  would  e'er  decline. 

CI 


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5  But  death  has  aimed  the  fatal  blow, 
Down  to  the  grave  I  soon  must  go;    ^ 
Distressing  pains  my  v  ta!s  tare, 
My  soul  is  rack'd  with  kten  disi:air. 

4  My  beauty,  once  my  greatest  pride, 
The  cold  and  silent  grave  will  hide; 
The  rose,  so  late  in  sweetest  bloom, 
The  hungry  worm  will  soon  co.sume. 

5  Oft  I've  adorned  this  b!':oming  fice, 
INly    lim.bs    have    deck'd   with    sweetest 

grace; 
But  though  so  lovc'y  and  so  fair. 
The  winding  shaet  I  soon  must  wear.  . 

6  In  :  i  ful  p'easu  es  I  have  sp^nt 
The  golden  mom  nts  Go^  halh  lent; 
And  now  beneath  his  a\  ful  frown, 

I  so.»ii  shal     ink  in  nnpfi  ish  down. 

7  Oft  I  have  heard  the  gospel  call, 
But  madly  have  rejected  all; 

And  now  the  day  of  grace  is  o'er, 
I  i^ink  aia-i    to  ri?-e  no  more. 

S  Oft  I  have  felt  the  inwaid  smart, 
Aod  iinguish  keea  has  seized  my  heart. 


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And  oft,  alone,  resolved  in  tears, 
To  seek  the  Lord  in  riper  years. 

9  But  with  conviction  still  I  strove, 
Dispised  a  Saviour's  offered  love, 
Refused  with  sinful  joys  to  part, 
And  grieved  his  spirit  from  my  heart. 

10  Now  soon  with  me  shall  time  be  o'er, 
My  sun  shall  rise  and  set  no  more; 
But  sinking  down  in  endless  pain, 
Shall  never,  never  rise  again. 

1 1  Ye  blooming  youth,  a  long  farewell, 
O  shun  the  path  that  leads  to  hell, 
Seek,  now,  your  slighted  Saviour's  face, 
No  more  despise  his  offered  grace. 

12  No  more  his  loving  spirit  grieve. 
Lest  he  your  precious  soul  should  leave; 
O  think,  that  ere  tomorrow's  sun. 

You  may  forever  be  undone. 

13  O  christian  friends,  a  long  adieu, 
I've  been  reproved  and  warned  by  you. 
Oft  have  I  heard  your  weeping  cry, 

"  Turn,  sinner,  turnj  why  will  you  die?" 

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14  But  mercy  has  forever  fled, 
I  sink  among  tl  e  silent  dead. 
My  life  is  o'er,  my  glass  is  run^ 
Farewell  to  all  below  the  sun. 

HYMN  43.     P.  M.      ^ 
The  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

1  When  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glittering  host-  bestiuJ  the  sky, 

One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye: 

Hark!  hark!  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 
From  ev'ry  host,  from  ev'ry  gem; 

But  one  alone,  the  Saviour  speaks; 
It  is  the  Star  of  Belhkhem. 

2  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode; 
The  storm  was  loud, the  night  was  dark. 

The  ocean  yawn'd,  and  rudely  blow'd 
The   wind  that  tost'd  my   foundering 
bark. 
Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death-struck,    I    ceased   the   tide    to 
stem; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose; 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 


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3  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all; 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease; 
And   through    the   storm    and   donger's 
thrail, 

It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 
Now  safely  moor'd,  my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
For  ever  and  for  ever  more, 

The  Star— the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

HYMN  49.     8s. 

Matt.  xxii.  42.     Johnxx.  28. 

1   "What   think  ye   of  Christ?"  is   the 
test, 
To    try    both    your    state    and    your 
scheme; 
You  cannot  be  right  in  the  rest, 

Unless  you  think  rightly  of  him; 
As  Jesus  appears  in  your  view, 

As  he  is  beloved  or  not; 
So  God  is  disposed  to  you, 
And  mercy  or  wrath  is  your  lot. 

2  Some  take  him  a  creature  to  be — 
A  man  or  an  angel  at  most; 

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Sure  these  have  no  feelings  like  me, 
Nor  know   themselves  wretched   and 
lost; 
So  guilty — so  helpless  am  I, 

I  could  not  confide  in  his  word, 
Unless  1  could  make  the  reply, 

That    Christ    is    ''My  Lord    and  my 
God." 

HYMN  50/  7s 
Learning  of  Christ.     Mat.  xi.  29. 

1  Go  to  dark  Gethsemane, 

Ye  that  feel  the  tempter's  power, 
Your  redeemer's  conflict  see, 

Watch  with  him  one  bitter  hour; 
Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away, 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

2  Follow  to  the  Judgment  hall, 
View  the  Lord  of  life  arraign'd 

O  the  wormwood  and  the  gall! 

O  the  pangs  his  soul  sustain'd! 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss; 

Learn  of  him  to  bear  the  cross. 


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3  Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climb; 
There  adoring  at  his  feet, 

Mark  that  miracle  sublime, 

God's  own  sacrifice  complete: 
"  It  is  finished,"  hear  him  cry; 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 

4  Early  hasten  to  the  tomb, 

Where  they  laid  his  breathless  clay, 
All  his  solitude  and  gloom, 

Who  hath  taken  him  away? 
Christ  is  risen;  he  meets  our  eyes  ! 
Saviour,  teach  us  so  to  rise. 

HYMN  51.     C.  M. 

1  I  sojourn  in  a  vale  of  tears: 
Alas  !   how  can  I  sing? 

My  harp  doth  on  the  willows  hang. 
Untuned  in  ev'ry  string. 

2  My  music  is  a  captive's  strain; 
Harsh  sounds  my  ears  do  fill: 

How  shall  I  sing  sweet  Zion's  songs 
On  this  side  Zion's  hill? 

3  Yet,  lo  I  hear  the  joyful  sound! 
Surely,  I'll  quickly  come: 

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Each  word  much  sweetness  doth  distil, 
Like  a  full  honeycomb. 

4  And  wilt  thou" come,  my  dearest  Lord? 
And  wilt  thou  surely  come? 

Yes,  on  such  prospects  I  can  rest, 
And  shall  be  soon  at  home. 

5  My  Jesus  is  gone  up  to  heav'n, 
To  fit  a  place  tor  me; 

For  'tis  his  will,  that  v.-here  he  is, 
There  should  his  servants  be. 

6  Canaan  I  view  from  Pisgah's  top; 
Of  Canaan's  grapes  I  taste: 

My  Lord,  who  sends  unto  me  here, 
Will  send  for  me  at  last. 

HYMN  52.     P.  M. 

1  Oh,  when  shall  I  see  Jesus 

And  reign  with  him  above, 
And  from  that  flowing  fountain 

Drink  everlasting  love! 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in? 


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2  But  now,  I  am  a  soldier; 

My  Captain's  gone  before; 
He's  given  me  my  orders, 

And  bid  me  not  give  o'er: 
If  I  continue  faithful, 

A  righteous  crown  he'll  give, 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 

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3  Through  grace  I  am  d(^termined 
To  conquer,  though  I  die; 

And  then  away  to  Jesus, 
On  wings  of  love,  I'll  fly. 

Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow; 
I  bid  you  all  adieu; 

And  oh,  my  friends,  be  faithful, 
And  on  your  way  pursue. 

4  And  if  you  meet  with  troubles 
And  trials  on  your  way, 

Then,  cast  your  cares  on  Jesus, 

.And  don't  forget  to  pray: 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armour 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love, 
And  when  the  combat's  ended. 
He'll  carry  you  above. 

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5  O  do  not  be  <liscourag*d 
For  Jesus  is  your  friend, 

And  ifyou  want  more  knowledge, 

He'll  not  refuse  to  lend: 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 

Though  oft'ner  you  request: 
He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

And  take  you  home  to  rest. 

6  And  when  the  last  loud  trumpet, 
Shall  rend  the  vaulted  skies. 

And  bid  the  entombed  millions 
From  their  cold  beds  arise, 

Our  ransom'd  dust  revived, 
Bright  beauties  shall  put  on, 

And  soar  to  the  blest  mansions 
Where  our  redeemer's  gone. 

7  Our  ears  shall  then  with  rapture, 
The  Saviour's  face  behold! 

Our  feet,  no  more  diverted, 
Shall  walk  the  streets  of  gold! 

Our  ears  shall  hear  with  transport 
The  hosts  celestial  sing! 

Our  tongues  shall  chant  the  glory 
Of  our  immortal  King! 


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HYMN  53    P.  M. 

1  The  gospel  ship  is  sailing  by, 
The  ark  of  safety  now  is  nigh, 
O  sinners,  unto  Jesus  fly, 

Improve  your  day  of  grace; 
O  there'll  be  glory,  glory,  O  hallelujah, 
O  there'll  be  glory, 

When  we  the  Lord  embrace. 

2  The  judgment  day  is  rolling  on, 
The  glass  of  life  will  soon  be  run, 
Creation  with  her  fiery  doom, 

The  lord  will  soon  appear! 
O  there'll  be  glory,  &c. 

When  saints  shall  view  him  near, 

3  Now   hark,  the    trumpet   rends   the 

skies! 
See  slumbering  millions  wake  and  rise! 
What  joy,  what  terror  and  surprise, 

The  last  great  day  is  come! 
O  there'll  be  glory,  &c. 

Around  the  judgement  throne. 

4  See  nations  throng  his  awful  bar, 
3oth  saints  and  sinners  from  afar, 

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All  tribes  and  kindred  now  appear, 
And  wait  to  hear  their  doom! 

O  there'll  be  glory,  &c. 

When  Christ  the  Lord  shall  come. 

5  Jehovah  now  the  book  unseals! 
The  clearest  light  each  heart  reveals! 
The  pointed  truth  each  conscience  feels! 

The  amazing  throng  divide! 
O     there'll     be    mourning,    mourning, 

mournino-,  mourning, 
O  there'll  be  mourning, 

When  justice  shall  decide. 

6  See  parents  and  their  children  part! 
See  husbands  and  their  wives  must  part! 
See  brothers  and  their  sisters  must  part! 

To  meet  again  no  more; 

0  there'll  be  mournino-,  &c. 
The  day  of  mercy  's  o'er. 

HYMN  54     C.  M. 

Viewing  the  promised  land. 

1  On  Jordian's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
And  cast  a  wishful  eye, 

To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 


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9,  O  the  transporting  rapturous  5cene, 

That  rises  on  my  sight! 
Sweet  fields  array 'd  ia  liviag  green, 
And  rivers  of  deiijrht ! 

3  O'er  all  those  wi  e  extended  p!ai:is 
Shines,  one  eternal  day; 

There  God  the  Son  for  everre'.grs, 
And  scatters  ni   ht  asvoy, 

4  No  chilling  winds,  or  poisonous  breath 
Can  reach  tha    healthful  shore; 

Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death 
Are  felt  a  .d  fear'd  no  more. 

5  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 
And  be  for  eve»  blest 

When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest? 

6  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptur'd  soul 
Can  here  no  longer  stay; 

Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'lflaunch  away. 


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HYMN  o5.     L.  M. 

The  Fig-tree.     Mark  xi.  20 

1  One  awful  word  which  Jesvis  spoke 
Ag'ainst  the  tree  that  bore  no  I'ruit, 

More  dreadful  than  the  lightning's  stroke 
Blasted  and  dry'd  it  to  the  root. 

2  How  many  who  the  gospel  hear, 
Whom  Satan  binds,  and  sin  deceives, 

May  with  this  withor'd  tree  compare? — 
They  yield  no  fruit,  but  only  leaves. 

3  Knowledge,  and  zeal,   ana  gifts,  and 

talk, 
Unless  combin'd  with  faith  and  love, 
And  witness'd  by  a  gospel  v»'a!k, 
Will  not  a  true  profession  prove. 

4  Without  such  fruit  as  G:)d  expects, 
Knowledge  will    make   our  state  the 

vvorse, 
The  fi  uitless  sinner  he  rejects, 

And    soon    will    blast    them    with  his 
curse. 


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HYMN  56.     C.  M. 

Mary^s  tears. 

1  When  the  repentant  Mary  came, 
And  knelt  at  Jesus'  feet, 

Weigh'd  down  by  sorrow, sin  and  shame, 
And  pour'd  the  precious  sweet — 

2  The  tears  of  penitence  bedew'd 
The  humble  mourner's  eye; 

Her  contrite  grief  her  Maker  view'd 
And  register'd  it  on  high. 

3  She  at  her  Saviour's  footstool  bent, 
And  humbly  knelt  to  pray; 

God  saw  her  heart— forgiveness  sent 
And  wiped  her  sins  away. 

4  Ye  who  by  sin  have  been  misled, 
From  the  bright  way  to  heaven. 

And  would  again  its  pathway  tread. 
And  wish  to  be  forgiven — 

5  Do  not  upon  the  sacred  shrine, 
Your  glittering  offerings  heap, 

As  if  your  gems  were  things  divine, 
JBut  like  the  suppliant  weep. 

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6  O!  may  the  storms  of  sorrow  rai?e 
Your  wanderincp  thouijhts  to  heaven: 

May  you  like  Mary,  kneel  and  praise, 
Like  Mary — be  forgiven. 

HY3IN  57.     P.M. 
The  end  of  the  world. 

1  The  fields  are  ail  white,  the  hearvest 

is  near, 
The  reapers  prepared,  with  their  sickles 

pppcar, 
To  e   ter  the  fields,  and  gather  the  grain, 
But  nature's  wild   tares,   to   bo   burned 

will  renjain. 

2  Come  then,   dying  sinner,  O  think  on 

that  day, 
When  all  things  in  nature  shall  haste  to 

decay; 
When  the  trumpet  shall  sound,  and  the 

angels  appear, 
To  reap  down  the  earth,  bo:h  the  wheat 

and  the  tare. 

3  But  hear  the  sad  cry,  that  ascendslo 

the  sky, 


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Of  thoFe  in  distress,  who  have  nowhere 

to  fly; 
But  call  on  the  rocks  and  the  mountains 

to  liide 
Their    perishing  souls,    from  the   woes 

that  betide. 

4  But  ah,  'tis  in  vain,  for  the  mountains 

must  flee, 
The  rocks  fly  like  halestones,  and  shall 

no  more  be; 
The  earth  too  shall  quake,  the  seas  shall 

retire, 
And  the  world  with  its  contents,  be  burnd 

up  with  fire, 

5  Then  O  wretched  mortals,  look  up  and 

espy  _  ^ 
The    glorio'us   Redeemer   descend  from 

the  sky; 
On  a  chariot  of  fire  to  earth  he  is  bound. 
With  a  iijuard  of  bright  angels  attending 

around. 

6  "Come  hither,  ye  nations  your  sen- 

tence receive,  "^ 


No  more  saith  the  Judge,   ye  my  spirit 

shall  grieve; 
My  judgment  is  right,  and  my  sentence 

is  just, 
Come  hither  my  saints,  but  depart  all  ye 

cursed!" 

HYMN  58.     S.  M. 
Evenwg  Hymn. 

1  The  day  is  past  and  gone, 
The  evening  shades  appear; 

O  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near; 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by. 
Upon  our  beds  to  rest; 

So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  we  here  possess. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 
Secure  from  all  our  fears; 

May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  if  we  early  rise, 

And  view  the  unwearied  sun. 


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May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  our  davs  are  past, 
And  we  from  time  remove, 

0  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest. 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 

HYMN  59.     L.  M. 

ChrisVs  dying  Love.     2  Cor.  v.  14,  15. 

1  See  Lord,  thy  willing  subjects  bow, 
Adoring  low  before  thy  throne; 

Accept  our  humble,  cheerful  vow; 
Thou  art  our  sov 'reign,  thou  alone. 

2  Beneath  thy  soul-reviving  ray, 
E'en  cold  affliction's  wintry  gloom 

Shall  brighten  into  vernal  day, 

And  hopes  and  joys  immortal  bloom. 

S  Smile  on  our  souls,  and  bid  us  sing 
In  concert  Vr'ith  the  choir  above, 

The  glories  of  our  Saviour  King, 
The  condescensions  of  his  love. 

4  He  died,  to  raise  to  life  and  joy 
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O!  let  his  praise  each  hour  employ, 
'Till  hours  no  more  ther  circles  run! 

5    He    died! — ye    seraphs,    tune     your 
songs! 

Resound  the  Saviour's  sacred  nanrie; 
For  nought  below  immortal  tongues, 

Can  ever  reach  the  wonderous  theme. 

HYMN  60.  L.  M. 
1  O  what  amazing  love  is  this? 
On  earth  I  taste  immortal  bliss! 

1  reel  that  voice  which  is  divine, 
A.nd  know  that  Jesus  Christ  is  mine. 

2  He  leads  me  on  the  heavenly  road, 
And  feeds  my  soul  with  angels' food; 
My  soul,  how  free  his  goodness  flows! 
His  bleeding  love  no  limit  knows. 

3  My  soul  hath  found  my  Christ  to-day; 
I  feel  my  darkness  done  away; 

His  presence  made  my  bars  remove, 
And  O,  I  feast  on  heavenly  love! 

4  I  fell  my  sins  are  all  forgiven. 
This  is  my  Christ,  my  all,  my  heaven! 


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My  soul  begins  her  lasting  theme, 
"All  glory  to  my  God,  the  Lamb! 

HYMN  61.     H.  M. 
Psalm  Ixv.  2. 

1  O  thou  that  hearest  prayer! 
Attend  our  humble  cry; 

And  let  thy  servants  share 

Thy  blessings,  from  on  high; 
We  plead  the  promise  of  thy  word, 
Grant  us  thy  holy  spirit.  Lord! 

2  If  earthly  parents  hear 
Their  children  when  they  cry; 

If  they,  with  love  sincere. 

Their  children's  wants  supply; 
Much  more  wilt  thou  thy  love  display, 
And  answer  when  thy  childreu  pray. 

3  Our  heavenly  Father  thou — 
We — children  of  thy  grace — 

Oh  lefcthy  spirit  now 

Descend  and  (ill  the  place; 
So  shall  we  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
And  all  unite  to  praise  thy  name. 


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HYMN  62.     L.  M. 

High-ivay,  halah  xxxv.  8,  10. 

1  Jesus,  my  all  to  heav'n  is  gone — 
He  whom  I  fixed  my  hopes  upon; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way  'till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  king's  high-way  of  holiness, 

I'll  go  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not; 
My  grief,  my  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  pow'r, 
I  sinn'd  and  stumbled  but  the  more; 
'Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 

"  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way." 

5  Lo!  glad  I  come,  and  thou,  blest  lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am; 

My  sinful  self  to  thee  I  give — 
Nothing  but  love  I  shall  receivje. 


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6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  behold  the  way  to  God. 

HYMN  63.     C.  M. 

The  desert.     1  Pet.  v.  S. 

1  When  night  descends  in  sable  guise, 
And  spreads  her  gloom  around. 

To  close  the  weary  trav'ler's  eyes, 
And  rest  him  on  the  ground. 

2  Amidst  the  dreary  desert  wide, 
The  wand'rer  faints  to  hear, 

The  wide  alarm  on  every  side, 
Which  speaks  some  danger  near; 

3  So,  in  this  wilderness  of  life. 
When  e'er  afflictions  come, 

We  sink  as  in  a  night  of  grief, 
Far  from  our  shelt'ring  home. 

4  The  tempter's  like  a  lion's  roar, 
Sounds  thro'  the  vale  abroad; 

Then  let  us  watch,  and  evermore 
Depend  upon  our  God. 


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5  From  ev'ry  other  help  afar, 

And  left  without  a  friend, 
God  is  a  helper  ever  near, 

And  faithful  to  the  end. 

HYMN  64.     P.  M. 
^'  Lead  me  io  the  rock 

1  O  Saviour  of  sinners,  when  faint  and 
depre^^sed, 

Vritii  manifbld  trials  and  sorrows  op- 
pressed, ^ 

I'll  bow  at  thy  feet,  and  with  confidence 

'Lead^me  to  the  rock,  that  is  higher  than 

2  When  tempted  by  Satan  the   Spirit  to 

grieve, 
And  the  rervice  of  Christ,  rny  redeemer 

to  leave, 
I'll  clain  my  relation  to  Jesus  on  hio-h— 
Tne    Rock    of  salvation,    that's    higher 

Than  I! 

3  When  God   from  my  ^oul  shall   his 

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To  try  by  his  absence   the  strength   of 

my  love, 
I'll  rest  on  the  promise  of  Jesus,  and  try 
The  power  of  that  Rock,  which  is  higher 

than  I! 

4  When  sorely    afflicted,  and    ready  to 

faint 

Before  my  redeemer,  I'll  spread  my  com- 
plaint; 

Mid  storms  and  distresses,  my  soul  shall 
rely 

On  Jesus,  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I! 

5  When  weak    and    encompassad    with 

numberless  foes, 
Attempting   my    comfort  and   peace    to 

oppose, 
I'll  look  to  the  Savior  of  sinners,  and  cry, 
Lead  me  to  the  Rock, that  is  higher  than  I! 

6  When  judgments,  OLord,  are  abroad 

in  the  land. 

And  merited  vengeance  decends  from 
thy  hand! 

O'erwhelmed  with  the  sight,  for  protec- 
tion ril  fly,^ 


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And  hide  in  the  Rock,  that  is  higher 
than  I! 

7  When  summoned  by  death  before  God 

to  appear, 

By  free  grace  supported  I'll  yield  with- 
out fear; 

Most  gladly  I'll  venture  with  Jesus  on 
high, 

To  enter  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I! 

8  'Tis  there,  with  the  chosen  of  Jesus, 

I  long 
To  dwell,  and  eternally  join  in  the  song, 
Of  praising  and  blessing  with  angels  on 

high, 
Jesus   Christ,  the  Rock    that   is   higher 

than  I! 

HYMN  65.     C.  M. 

Greatful  Rememherance  of  Christ. 
1   li  human  kindness  meets  return, 

And  owns  the  greateful  tie; 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn, 

To  fell  a  fiiend  is  nigh, — 


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2  Oh!  should  not  warmer  accents  tell 
The  gratitude  we  owe 

To  him  who  died,  our  fears  to  quell, 
And  save  from  death  and  wo! 

3  While  yet  in  anguish  he  surveyed 
Those  pangs  he  would  not  iiee. 

What  love  his  latest  words  displayed — 
"  Meet  and  remember  me!" 

4  Remember   thee! — thy    death,    thy 

shame — 
Our  sinful  hearts  to  share! 

0  memory!  leave  no  other  name 
But  his  record  there! 

HYMN  66.     C.  M. 

1  Beyond  the  glit'tring  starry  sky, 
Far  as  the  eternal  hills, 

There,  in  the  boundless  relms  of  light, 
Our  dear  Redeemer  dwells. 

2  Immortal  ancrels,  bright  and  fair, 
In  countless  numbers  shine: 

At  his  right  hand,  with  golden  harps, 
They  offer  songs  divine. 


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3  They  brought  his  chariot  from  above, 
To  bear  him  to  his  throne; 

Cla|;p'd    tfieir    tiium|hant    wings,    and 
cried, 
^^  The  glorious  work  is  done." 

HYMN  67.     P.  M. 

"  Go  preach  the  gospel  to  every  creature.'* 
Mark,  xvi.  15. 

1  Go,  ye  messengers  of  God, 
Like  the  be  arr.s  of  morning  fly; 

Take  the  wonder-working  rod, 
Wave  the  banner  cross  on  high! 

2  Go  to  many  a  topic  isle 
On  the  bosom  of  the  deep; 

Where  the  skies  forever  smile, 
And  the  blacks  forever  weep. 

2  "Where  the  golden  gates  of  day 

Open  on  the  palmy  East, 
W-'ide  the  bleeding  cross  display, 

Spread  the  guspel's  richest  feast. 

4  Visit  ev'ry  heathen  soil, 
Ev'ry  barren,  burning  strand, 


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Bid  each  dreary  region  shine, 
Lovely  as  the  promised  land. 

5  In  yon  wilds  of  stream  and  shade, 
Many  an  Indian  wigwam  trace; 

And  with  words  of  love  persuade 
Savages  to  sue  for  grace. 

6  Circumnavigate  the  ball — 
Visit  every  soil  and  sea; 

Preach  the  cross  of  Christ  to  all; 
Jesus'  love  is  full  and^free. 

HYMN  68.     P.  M. 
The  fall  of  Babylon. 

1  Hail,  the  day  so  long  expected, 
Hail,  the  year  of  full  release, 
Zion's  walls  are  now  erected 
And  her  watchmen  publish  peace; 
From  the  distant  coasts  of  Shimar 
The  shrill  trumpets  loudly  roar. 
Chorus. — Babylon  is    fallen,   is  fallen, 

is  fallen, 
Babylon  is  fallen  to  rise  no  more. 

2  Hark  and  hear  the  people  crying, 
See  the  city  disappear, 


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Trade  and  traffic  all  are  dying 
Lo  we  sink  and  perish  here; 
Sailors  who  have  bought  her  traffic, 
Crying  from  her  distant  shoie. 

3  All  her  merchants  cry  with  wonder, 
What  is  this  that's  come  to  pass? 
Murmuring  like  the  distant  thunder 
Crying  out,  alas!  alas! 

Swell  the  sound  ye  kings  and  nobles 
Priests  and  people,  rich  and  poor. 

4  Lo,  her  captives  are  returning, 
Up  to  Zion  see  them  fly, 

While  the  smoke  of  Babel's  burning 
Rolls  across  the  darken 'd  sky; 
Now's  the  day  of  compensation, 
Hope  of  mercy  now  is  o'er. 

5  Tune  your  harps  ye  heavenly  choir, 
Shout  ye  followers  of  the  lamb, 

See  the  city  all  on  fire, 
Clap  your  hands  and  blow  the  flame; 
See  the  ancients  of  the  city, 
Terrified  at  the  uproar. 


95 

Zion*s  Children  raise  your  voices, 
And  the  joyful  nev/s  proclai?n, 
How  the  heavenly  host  rejoices, 
Shout  and  echo  buck  the  same; 
Now  behold  this  awful  kingdom, 
All  consuMjing  in  a  gore. 

HYMN  69.     7s 
Sovereign  Grace. 

1  Sovereign  grace  has  power  alone 
To  subdue  a  heart  of  stone; 

And  ilie  m  men   grace  is  ft  It, 
Then  the  hardest  heart  will  melt. 

2  Wl  en  the  Lord  was  Crucified, 
Two  transgressors  with  him  died; 
One,  with  vile  blaspheming  tongue, 
Scoff'd  at  Jesus  as  he  hung. 

3  Thus  he  spent  his  wicked  breath, 
In  the  very  jaws  of  death; 

Perish 'd,  as  too  many  do, 
With  the  Saviour  in  his  view. 

4  But  the  other,  touc'.ed  with  grace, 
fcaw  thvi  danger  oi  h.s  case, 


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Faith  received  to  own  the  lord. 
Whom  the  scribes  and  preists  abhor'd 

5  "  Lord  "  he  prayed  *^  remember  me  '* 
When  in  glory  thou  shnlt  be:" 

"  Soon  with  me,"  the  Lord  replies, 
'•■  Thou  shall  rest  in  paradise. 

6  This  was  wonderous  grace  indeed, 
Grace  bestowed  in  time  of  need! 
Sinners,  trust  in  Jesus  name, 

You  shall  find  him  still  the  same. 

HYMN  70.     P.  M. 
Shouting   GocVs  Praise. 

1  O  God,  my  heart  with  love  inflame, 
That  I  may  in  thy  holy  name, 
Aloud  in  sonj^js  of  praise  rejoice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  raise  my  voice; 
Then  will  I  shout,  then  will  I  sing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring; 
I'll  sing  and  shout  for  evermore 

On  that  eternal  happy  shore. 

2  O  Jesus!  hope  of  glory  come, 

And  make  my  heart  thy  humble  home: 


9T 

For  the  short  remnant  of  my  days, 
I  long  to  sing  and  shout  thy  praise: 
Lord,  give  me  now  a  heart  to  pray, 
And  live  rejoicing  every  day; 
To  give  thee  thanks  in  every  thing, 
To  sing  and  shout,  and  shout  and  sing. 

3  When  on  my  dying  bed  I  lay, 

Lord  give  me  strength  to  shout  and  pray, 
And  praise  thee  with  my  latest  breath, 
IlHtil  my  voice  is  lo^st  in  death  j 
Then  sisters,  brothers,  shouting  come, 
My  body  follow  to  the  tomb; 
And  as  you  march  that  solemn  road, 
Sing  loud,  and  shout  the  praise  of  God. 

4  Then  you  below,  and  I  above, 
Will  sing  and  shout  the  God  we  love. 
Until  that  great  and  solemn  day,     - 
When  Christ   shall  call   our   slumb'ring 

chiy. 
Then  from  our  dusty  beds  we'll  spring, 
And  shout,  O  death  where  is  thy  sting? 
'  O  grave  where  is  ihy  victory? 
We'll  shout  in  vast  eternity. 


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HFMN  71,     L.  M. 
T7ic  ussfidness  of  The  Scriptures. 

1  When  Israel  thro'  (he  desert  past, 
A  fiery  pillar  went  before, 

To  guide  them  thro'  the  dreary  waste, 
And  lessen  the  fatigues  they  bore. 

2  Such  is  thy  glorious  word,  O  God! 
'Tis  for  our  light  and  guid;ince  given; 
It  sheds  a  lusture  all  abroad, 

And  points  the  path  to  bliss  and  heaven: 

3  It  fills  the  soul  with  sweet  delight. 
And  quickens  its  inactive  powers; 

It  sets  our  Vv'and'ring  footsteps  right; 
Displays  thy  love  and  kindles  ours: 

4  Its  promises  rejoice  our  hearts; 
Its  doctrines  are  divinely  true; 
Knowledge  and  pleasure  it  imparts: 
It  coratbrts  and  instructs  us  too. 

HYMN  12.  S.  M. 

1  Blest  comforter  divine! 
L©t  rays  of  heavenly  love 


99 

Amid  our  gloom  and  darkness  shine, 
And  guide  our  fouIs  above. 

S  Draw,  with  thy  still  small  voice, 

Us  from  each  sinful  way; 
And  bid  the  mourning  saint  rejoice, 

Though  earthly  joys  decay. 

3  By  thine  inspiring  breath. 
Make  ev'ry  cloud  of  care, 

And  ev'n  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 
A  smile  of  glory  wear. 

4  Oh,  fill  thou  ev'ry  heart 
With  love  to  all  our  race! 

Great  Comforter,  to  us  impart 
These  blessings  of  thy  grace. 

HYMN  73.     8s.  &7s. 
To  the  Blessed  Spirit. 
1    Holy  Ghost  dispel  our  sadness, 

Pierce  the  clouds  of  sinful  nigh.t: 
Come,  thou  source  of  sweetest  gladness, 
Breathe  thy  life,  and  spread  thy  light! 
Loving  Spirit,  God  of  peace, 
€rre«t  distributer  of  gra©«, 

PS 


100 

Rest  upon  this  congregation, 
Hear,  O  hear  our  supplication. 

2  From    that    hight    which    knows    no 

measure, 
As  a  gracious  shower  descend: 
Bringing  down  the  richest  treasure 
Man  can  v.ish,  or  God  can  send.  . 

0  thou  glory,  shining  down 
From  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

Grant  us  thy  illumination! 
Rest  upon  thia  congregalioii. 

3  Come,  thou  blest  of  all  donations, 
God  can  give,  or  we  implore; 

Having  thy  sweet  consolations, 

We  need  wish  for  nothing  more:. 
Come,  with  unction  and  with  power, 
On  our  souls  thy  graces  shov/er; 
Author  of  the  new  creation, 
Make  our  hearts  thy  habitation. 

HYi\m  74.     L.  M. 

Tahe  not  thy  holy  spirit,  ^^c.  Ps.  li.  11. 

1  Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 
TKoBgh  I  have  doB©  tk««  eueh  despit©, 


101 

Cast  not  a  elnner  quite  away, 

Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight; 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 
Of  all,  who  e'er  thy  grace  leceiv'd, 

Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen. 
Ten    thousand     times    thy    goodness 
griev'd: 

3  Yet  Oh,  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 
In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest j 

Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear, 
I  shall  not  see  thy  people's  rest. 

4  If  yet  thou  canst  my  sins  forgive, 
E'en  now,  O  Lord,  relieve  my  woes; 

Into  thy  rest  of  love  receive. 

And  bless  me  with  the  calm  repose. 

6  E'en  now  my  weary  soul  release, 
And  raise  me  by  thy  gracious  hand; 

Guide  me  in  thy  perfect  peace. 

And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 

HYMN  75.     P.  M. 
Desire  of  the  Church. 
1   How  long  by  Babel's  stream, 
Shall  Israel  weep? 


102 

How  long  our  mournful  harps, 

On  willows  sleep? 
When  will  the  conqueror  come, 

And  wipe  away  our  tears? 
And  save  his  chosen  ones 

From  all  their  fears? 

2  Jesus,  we  look  to  thee, 
God's  glorious  son; 

Thou  hast  o'er  death  and  hell 

The  victory  won;  — 
Come  and  triumphant  prove 

O'er  Zion's  every  foe; — 
Lead  us,  where  living  streams 

Of  mercy  flow. 

3  Oh  may  v.'e  ?ove  thee  more. 
And  watch  and  pray; 

And  from  thy  bleeding  side 

No  longer  stray; — 
Then  shall  we  hear  thy  voice, 

In  every  trying  hour, 
Cheering  our  hearts,  while  storms 

Around  us  lower. 

4  And  when  our  pilgrimage 
On  ©arth  is  o'er, 


103 

And  all  the  ransomed  stand 

On  Jordan's  shore — 
Fearless  the  gloomy  waves 

Shall  we  with  songs  pass  through, 
While  fields  of  glory  bright 

Appear  in  view. 

HYMN  76.     P.  M. 

1  This  morning  most  sweetly  the  gales  are  all 

blowing, 
Directly  the  breeze  is  from  Mount  Calvary; 
The  sepulchre  is  open,  the  odours  are  flowing, 
Breathe  gently,  sweet  zephyrs,  breathe  gently  oa 

me. 
On  this  lovely  morning  the  Saviour  was  rising, 
The  chains  of  mortality  fully  dispising; 
His  sufferings  are  over,  he's  done  agonizing — 
This  morning  my  Saviour  will  think  upon  me. 

2  And  now  to  the  place  that's  appointed  for  pray- 

For  worship  that's  social  I'll  quickly  repair; 
In  service  so  pleasing,  there  needs  no  delaying  ; 
The  stone  is  roU'd  back,  and  my  Lord  will  be 
there. 
Rouse    quickly,   my    soul,    shake    off  thy    dull 

slumbers, 
In  melody  raise  all  your  heavenly  numbers; 


D4 


104 

For  Jesns  h  pleag'd,  when  recounting  his  mera- 
bers, 
He  finds  you  like  Mary  thus  early  at  prayer. 

3  "Vt  ith  faith  in  full  action,  we  meet  at  the  chap- 

el; 

There  humbly  we  ask  for  a  power  divine: 
Inimaiiuel  puts  all  our  souls  in  a  rapture, 

And  graciously  causes  his  glory  to  shine; 
Our  iiearts  are  enliveii'd,  affections  engag'd 
Devotion  inspires  us,  and  sinners  amaz'd, 
Eeho!d  with  what  zeal  Christian  warfare  is  wag'd, 

Against  the  fell  monster  and  all  his  designs. 

4  Then  trusting  in  Jesus,  our  head  and  our  lead- 

er, 
We'll  march  on  to  glory  without  any  fear; 
Each  Sabbath  revolving  brings  one  Sabbath  near- 
er, 
To  that  blessed  morning  when  he  shall  appear. 
His  sign  in  the  east  he  soon  will  be  displaying, 
The  nations  to  judgment  will  then  be  all  gather- 
ing' 
Till  then,  we'll  adore  him,  nor  ever  cease  pray- 
ing, 
Till   praises  unceasing  shall  call  us  from  pray- 
er. 

5  My  hrethren  and  friends,  may   the  God  of  all 

glory 
Protect  us>  and  save  ua  from  sin  and  all  harm; 


105 

With  the  head  of  the  Church  in  full  view  before 
us. 
We'll  show  ourselves  valiant  in  every  alarm. 
Then  each  soul  inspire,  O  God,  with  devotion, 
And  when    these    dull   bodies   shall    cease  from 
their  motion. 
Receive  us,  O  Jesus,  to  thy  blessed  arms. 

HYMN  77.     P.  M. 
1    Farewell,    dear    friendsj   I    must    be 
gone^ 

1  have  no  home  to  stay  with  you; 
I'll  take  my  staff  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  a  better  world  do  view. 

Farewell,  farewell,  farewell, 
My  loving  friends,  farewell. 

2  Farewell,  my  friends,  time  rolls  along, 
Nor  waits  for  mortal's  care  or  bliss, 

I  leave  you  here  and  travel  on, 
Till  1  arrive  where  Jesus  is. 

Farewell,  &c. 

3  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
To  you  I'm  bound  in  cords  of  love; 
Yet  we  believe  his  gracious  word, 
T^at  we  sooo  all  shall  meet  above. 

Farewell,  &.e. 
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106 

4  Farewell,  old  soldiers  of  the  cross, 
You've    struggled    long     and    hard    for 

heaven ; 
You've  counted  all  things  here  but  dross; 
Fight  on,  the  crown  shall  soon  be  given. 
Farewell,  &lc. 

5  Farewell,  ye  blooming  sons  of  God, 
Sore  conflicts  yet  await  for  you; 

Yet  dauntless  keep  the  heavenly  road, 
Till  Canaan's  happy  land  you  view. 
Farewell,  &c. 

6  Farewell,  poor  careless  sinners,  too, 
It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here; 
Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you; 

0  turn  and  find  salvation  near. 
O  turn,  O  turn,  O  turn, 
And  find  salvation  near. 

HYMN  78.     S.  M. 

The  aivaJcend  sinner^s  reflection. 

1  O  am  I  born  to  die, 
With  a  polluted  soul.'' 

Ah!  hurried  to  eterniiy, 
As  swift  as  time  caa  roll. 


107 

2  I  jnst  begin  to  see; 

Ah!  Lord,  what  shall  I  do? 
How  shall  a  wretched  sinner  flee 
From  everlasting  wo? 

3  I  dare  no  longer  stay 

So  nigh  the  jaws  of  hell; 

Yet  how  to  go  or  find  the  way 

To  Christ,  I  cannot  tell. 

4  O  Lord  though  I  am  vile, 
Receive  me  as  I  am; 

Let  heaven's  immortal  goodness  smile 
On  me,  through  Christ  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  79.     P.  M. 

1  Dark  arid  thorny  is  the  desert 
Thro'  which  pilgrims  make  their  way; 

Yet  beyond  this  vale  of  sorrow, 
Lie  the  fields  of  endless  day: 

Fiends  loud  howling  through  the  desert. 
Make  them  tremble  as  they  go, 

And  the  fiery  darts  of  Satan 
Often  brino-  their  couraflre  low. 

2  O  young  soldiers,  are  you  weary 
Of  the  roughness  of  the  way? 

D6 


108 

Does  your  s^trength  begin  to  fail  youT 

And  your  vigor  to  decay? 
Jesus,  Jesus  will  go  with  you; 

He  will  lead  you  to  the  throne; 
He  who  dyed  his  garments  for  you, 

And  the  wine  press  trod  alone. 

3  He  whose  thunder  shakes  creation, 
He  who  bids  the  planets  roll: 

He  who  rides  upon  the  tempest, 

And  whose  sceptre  sways  the  whole, 

Round  him  are  ten  thousand  angels, 
Ready  to  obey  command, 

They  are  always  hovering  round  you, 
Till  you  reach  the  heavenly  land. 

4  There  on  flow'ry  hills  of  pFeasure, 
Lie  the  fields  ot  endless  rest; 

Love,  and  joy,  and  peace  forever 
Reign  and  triumph  in  your  breasts 

Who  can  paint  the  scenes  of  glory 
Where  the  ransomed  dwell  on  high? 

There  on  golden  harps  forever 

Sound  redemption  through  the  sky. 


109 

HYMN  80.     C.  M. 

Efficatious  grace,  Psalm  xlv.  3,  5. 

1  Hail!  mighty  Jesus!  how  divine 
Is  thy  victorious  sv/ord! 

The  stoutest  rebel  must  resign 
At  thy  commanding  word. 

2  Deep   are    the    wounds   thine   arrows 

give, 
They  pierce  the  hardest  heart; 
Thy  smiies  of  grace  the  slain  revive, 
iind  joy  succeeds  to  smart. 

3  Still  gird  thy  sword  upon  thy  thigh; 
Ride  with  majestic  sway: 

Go  forth,  sweet  prince,  triumphantly, 
And  make  thy  foes  obey. 

4  And  when  thy  victories- are  ccmplate, 
When  all  the  chosen  race 

Shall  round  the  throne  of  glory,  meet 
To  sing  thy  conquering  grace; 

5  O  may  my  huinble  soul  be  found 
Among  that  favor'd  band! 

And  I,  with  them,  thy  praise  will  sound 
Thiroii^kout  Immanuel's  land. 


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HYMN  81.     CM. 

Mait.  vii.  13,  14. 

1  Sinners,  behold  that  downward  road 
Which  leads  to  endless  wo; 

What  multitudes  of  thoughtless  souls, 
The  road  to  ruin  go! 

2  But  yonder  see  that  narrow  way 
Which  leads  to  endless  bliss; 

There  see  a  happy  chosen  few, 
Redeem'd  by  sovereign  grace. 

3  They  from  destruction's  city  came, 
To  Zion  upward  tend; 

The  bible  is  their  precious  guide, 
And  God  himself  their  friend. 

5  Lord,  I  would  now  a  pilgrim  be — 
Guide  thou  my  feet  aright; 

I  would  not  for  ten  thousand  worlds 
Be  banish'd  from  thy  sight. 

HYMN  82.     C.  M. 

Jerusalem. 
1  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 
O  how  I  long  lor  thee! 


Ill 

When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end, 
Thy  joj^s  when  shall  I  see? 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone, 

Most  glorious  to  behold; 
Tliy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pear], 

Thy  streets  are  paved  with  gold. 

8  Thy  gardens  and  thy  pleasant  walks, 

My  study  long  have  been; 
Such  dazzling  views  by  liuman  sight, 

Have  never  yet  been  seen. 

4  If"  heaven  be  thus  glorious,  Lord, 
Why  should  I  stay  from  thence? 

What  foliy's  this  that  I  should  dread 
To  die  and  go  from  hence! 

6  Reach   down,  O    Lord,   thine  arm  of 
grace ; 

And  cause  me  to  ascend. 
Where  congregations  ne'er  breakup, 

And  Sabbaths  never  end. 

6  Jesus,  my  Lord,  to  glory  's  gone, 

Him  will  I  go  and  see; 
And  all  my  brethren  here  below, 

Will  soon  ccme  after  me. 


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7  My  friends,  I  bid  ycu  all  adieu, 
I  leave  you  in  God's  care; 

And  if  I  never  more  see  you, 
Go  on,  I'll  meet  you  there. 

8  When  we've  been  there  ten  thousand 

years. 
Bright  shining^  as  the  sun; 
We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise, 
Then  when  we  first  begun. 

HYMN  Q-i.     S.  M. 
,  Ths  gospel  pcoly  John,  v.  S,  d 

1  Beside  the  gospel  pool, 
Appointed  lor  the  poor, 

Fr(;m  time  to  time  my  hapless  soul 
Hao  waited  for  a  cure. 

2  Kow  often  have  I  seen 
The  healing  v/aters  move; 

And  others  round  me  stepping  in, 
There  eflk'acy  psrove. 

3  But  my  complaints  remain, 
I  feel  the  very  same; 

As  full  of  guilt,  and  fear,  and  pain, 
As  when  at  first  I  came. 


113 

4  How  often  have  I  thought, 
Why  should  I  louger  lie? 

Surely  the  Ji'ercy  I   have  sought, 
Is  not  for  such  as  I. 

5  But  whither  can  I  go? 

■   There  is  no  other  pool, 
yV^here  streams  of  sov'reign  mercy  flow, 
To  make  a  sinner  whole. 

6  Here  then,  from  day  to  day, 
I'll  wait,  and  hope,  and  try; 

Can  Jesus  hear  a  sinner  pray,  ■ 
Yet  suffer  him  to  die? 

HYMN  85.     P.  M 

1  See  the  eternal  Judge  decending, 
Seated  on  his  Fathers  throne; 

Now,  poor  sinner,  Christ  will  show  thee 
That  he's  with  the  Father  one. 

Trumpets  call  thee, 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom. 

2  Hear  the  sinner  now  lamenting 
At  the  sioht  of  fiercer  pain; 
Cries  and  tears  he  now  is  venting, 
But  he  weeps  and  cries  in  vain; 


114 

Greatly  mourning 
That  he  n'er  was  born  again. 

3  Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Savour, 
With  the  marks  of  dying  love; 

O!  that  I  had  sought  his  favour, 
When  I  felt  his  spirit  move! 

Doora'd  I'm  justly, 
For  I  have  against  him  strove. 

4  All  his  wooing  I  have  slighted, 
While  he  daily  sought  my  soul; 
If  m.y  vows  to  him  I  plighted, 
Yet  for  sin  I  broke  them  all; 

Golden  moments, 
How  neglected  did  thy  roll. 

5  There  I  see  my  godly  neighbors, 
Who  were  once  dispis'd  by  me, 
Now  they're  clad  in  dazling  splendor 
Waiting  my  sad  fate  to  see; 

Farewell  nsiglibors! 
Dismal  gulf,  I'm  bound  for  thee. 

6  Hail,  ye  ghosts  that   dwell  in  dark- 

ness, 
Groaning,  rattling  of  your  chain»l 


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Christ  has  no^v  pronounc'd  my  sentance 

Down  I'm  rolling, 
Never  to  return  ai>ain. 


7  Now  experience  plainly  shows  me 
Hell  is  not  a  I'abied  thing; 
Now  I  see  my  friends  in  glory, 
Round  the  throne  they  ever  sing, 

I'm  tormented 
With  an  everlasting  sting. 

•    HYMN  84.     L.  M. 
Advice  to  youth. 

1  Now  is  the  time,  O  lovely  youth, 
To  think  on  your  Creator,  God; 
Attend  the  words  of  sacred  truth. 
While  in  the  day  of  youthful  blood. 

2  But  if  you  foolishly  delay. 

And  hearken  to  the  tempter's  breath, 

To  walk  in  the  dstructive  way, 

'Till  age  comes  on,  or  sudden  death — 

3  O  think  what  dreadful  risk  you  run — ■ 
To  hazard  your  immortal  soul, 

To  be  eternally  undone, 

Aiid  plung'd  where  eadlegs  sorrows  roll. 


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4  Young  sinners  then  a  warning  take, 
Now  in  your  precious  days  of  youtli; 
All  flatt'ring  vanities  forsake, 
And  take  th'  advice  of  sacred  truth. 

HYMN  85.     8s  &  7s. 
Vome  and  uie'come  to  Jesus  Christ. 

1  Come  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched, 
Wccik  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 

Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you^ 
Full  of  pity  join'd  with  pow'r; 

He  is  able,  he  is  able, 

He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

2  Ho,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 
God's  free  bounty  glorify, 

True  belief  and  true  repentance. 
Every  grace  that  brings  us  uigh; 

Without  money,  without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream; 

All  the  fitness  he  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him; 

This  he  gives  you,  this  lie  gives  you, 
'Tb  the  spirit's  rising  beaaa. 


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4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 
Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall, 

If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all; 

Not  the  righteous,  not  the  righteous, 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo,  your  Saviour  prostrate  lies, 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him, 

Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 
It  is  finish'd,  it  is  finish'd, 

Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice? 

6  Lo,  th'  incarnate  God  ascended, 
Pleads  the  merits  of  his  blood; 

Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude, 

None  but  Jesus,  none  but  Jesus, 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

HYMN  86.     C.  M. 
Tke  'prodigaVs  return. 
The  prodigal  with  streaming  eyes, 

From  folly  just  awake, 
Reviews  his  vvand'rings  with  surprise' 
Hid  heact  begins  to  break. 


iia 

2  I  starve,  he  cries,  nor  can  I  bear 
The  famine  in  this  land; 

While  servants  of  ray  Father  share 
The  bounty  of  his  hand. 

3  With  deep  repentance  I'll  return 
And  seek  my  Father's  face; 

Unworthy  to  be  call'd  a  son, 
I'll  ask  a  servants  place. 

4  Far  off  He  saw  him  slowly  move, 
In  pensive  silence  mourn; 

The  FiBther  ran  with  arms  of  love 
To  welcome  his  return. 

6  Thro'  all  the  courts  the  tidings  flew, 

And  spread  the  joy  around; 
The  angels  tun'd  their  harps  anew; 

The  prodigal  is  found! 

HYMN  87.     C.  M. 
John  xii.  21. 
1  Tell  us,  ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 

Where's  your  great  master  found? 
Him  would  we  see,  v/hose  powerful  word 
Can  heal  our  ev'ry  wound. 


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S  We  would  see  Jesus  for  we  know 

His  soverign  grace  alone 
Can  on  us  hearts  of  flesh  bestow, 

And  for  our  sins  atone. 

3  We  would  see  Jesus,  does  not  he 
Bid  contrite  sinners  come? 

And  to  such  guilty  souls  ;is  we 
Proclaim,  "there  yet  is  room?" 

4  Millions  have  hast'ned  to  his  arms, 
And  now  resound  his  name; 

Him  would  we  see  whose  endless  charms 
Our  anxious  hearts  inflame. 

5  We  would  see  Jesus,  for  his  saints 
May  lean  upon  his  breast; 

Pour  out  with  confidence  their  plaints, 
And  find  celestial  rest. 

6  W^e  would  see  Jesus,  and  would  pray 
For  those  unhappy  friends, 

Who  choose,  alas!  that  crooked  way 
Which  in  perdition  ends. 

7  We  would  see  Jesus  gracious  friensd, 
from  him  derive  our  bliss; 


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And  wait  till  we  the  heaven's  ascend, 
And  see  him  as  he  is. 

HYMN  88.     5s&6s. 

Come  sinners  attend,  Ex.  Hi,  14. 

1  Come,  sinners,  attend, 
And  make  no  delay; 

Good  news  from  a  friend, 

I  bring  you  to-day; 
Glad  news  of  salvation, 

Come  now,  and  receive; 
There's  no  condemnation 

To  them  that  believe. 

2  I  AM  THAT  I  AIM 

Hath  sent  me  to  you; 
GJad  news  to  proclaim, 

Your  sins  to  subdue; 
To  you,  O  distress'd, 

Afflicted,  forlorn, 
Whose  sins  are  increased 

And  cannot  be  borne. 

3  But  still  if  you  cry, 

*•  O  what  is  bis  name?" 


You  have  the  replr, 

I  AM  THAT  1  AM; 
Though  bhad,  lame,  and  feeble, 

And  helpless  you  lie, 
He's  willing  and  able 

Your  wants  to  supply. 

4  Then  only  believe, 

And  trust  in  his  name; 
He  will  not  deceive, 

Nor  put  you  to  shame; 
But  fully  supply  you 

With  all  things  in  store; 
Nor  will  he  deny  you 

Because  you  are  poor. 

?IYMN  89.     7s. 

Praise  for  Conversioji,  Psalm  Ixvi.  16. 

1  Ye  that  fear  the  Lord,  attend, 
Whilst  v/ith  gratitude  I  tell, 

How  his  interposing  hand; 

Sav'd  me  from  the  lowest  hell. 

2  When  my  sins  appeared  in  view, 
Numberless  and  infinite; 

All  my  works  and  duties  too, 
Filthy  in  Jehovah's  sight. 


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5  When  my  conscience  groan'd  beneath 

Sinai's  dire  avenging  rod; 
When  my  doom,  eternal  death, 

Thunder 'd  from  the  law  of  God: 

4  Then,  O  then  the  Saviour  came, 
Stood  between  the  law  and  me, 

Satisfy'd  its  highest  claim, 
Andsustain'd  its  penalty. 

5  O  what  bliss  divine  I  felt, 
When  my  ransom  I  could  see, 

Bearing  all  my  sin  and  guilt 
In  his  body  on  the  tree. 

6  Bless  the  Saviour,  all  above: 
Swell  the  chorus — ye  below 

Who  enjoy  his  sov'reign  love, 
And  his  tender  mercies  know. 

HYMN  90.     C.  P.  M. 

Revival  blessings. 
1   The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 
The  spices  yield  their  rich  perfumes; 

The  lilies  grow  and  thrive; 
Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine, 


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From  Jesus  flow  to  ev'ry  vine, 
And  make  the  dead  revive. 

2  This  makes  the  dry  and  barren  ground, 
In  springs  of  water  to  abound, 

And  fruitful  soil  become; 
The  desert  blossoms  like  the  rose, 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

3  The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun, 

My  soul  a  witness  is; 
Come,  taste  and  see  tiie  pardon  free 
To  all  mankind,  as  v^ell  as  me; 

Who  comes  to  Christ  may  live. 

4  The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find 
A  Saviour  pitiful  and  kind, 

Who  will  them  all  relieve: 
None  are  too  late,  if  they  repent: 
Out  of  one  sinner  legions  went, 

Jesus  did  him  receive. 

5  Come,  brethren,  you  that  love  the 

Lord, 
Who  tasto  the  sweetness  of  hia  word, 


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In  Jesus'  ways  go  on; 
Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here, 
Wiil  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 

6  There  we  shall  reign,   and   shout  and 

sing, 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring, 

When  all  the  saints  get  home; 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there, 

For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 

HYMN  35.     8s.  &  6s. 
Private  Retirement.       World  Renounced. 

1  Tell  me  no  more  of  earthly  toys, 
Of  sinful  mirth  and  carnal  joys, 

(The  things  I  lov'd,  before:) 
Let  me  but  view  my  Saviour's  face, 
And  feel  his  animating  grace. 

And  I  desire  no  more. 

2  Tell  nie  no  more  of  praise  and  wealth, 
Of  careless  ease  and  blooming  health, 

For  they  have  all  their  snares: 
Let  me  but  know  my  si»s  forgiven, 


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And  see  mj  name  enroH'd  in  hearen, 
And  I  am  free  from  cares. 

3  Tell  me  no  more  oflofty  tow'rs, 
Delightlu!  gardens,  fragrant  bow'rs 

For  these  are  triffling  things: 
The  little  room  for  me  design'd, 
V/iil  suit  as  well  my  easy  mind, 

As  palaces  of  kings. 

Tell  me  no  more  of  crowding  guests, 
Of  gaudy  dress,  and  sumptuous  feasta, 

Extravagance  and  waste: 
My  little  table,  only  spread 
With  wholesome  herbs  and  wholsesome 
bread, 

Will  better  suit  my  taste. 

5  Give  me  a  bible  in  my  hand, 
A  heart  to  read  and  understand, 

This  sure,  unerring  word; 
I'd  urge  no  company  to  stay, 
But  sit  alone  from  day  to  day, 

And  converse  with  the  Lord, 


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HYMN  92.     C.  M. 

Church  Unioiij  Col.  ii.  2. 

1  Our  souls,  by  love  together  knit, 
Cemented,  nnxt  in  one, 

One  hope,    one    heart,    one   mind,    ono 
voice, 
'Tis  heav'n  on  earth  begun. 

2  Our  hearts  have  burn'd,  while  Jesus 

spake, 
And  glow'd  with  sacred  fire; 
He    stoop'd    and    talk'd,    and   fed,   and 

blest, 
And  lill'd  th'  enlarg'd  desire. 

Chorus,  L.  M. 
^'  A  Saviour!"  let  creation  sing! 
"  A  Saviour!"  let  all  heaven  rsng! 
He's  God  with  us,  v.e  feel  him  ours. 
His  fulness  on  our  souls  he  pours, 
'Tis  almost  done,  'tis  almost  o'er, 
We're  joining  them  who're  gone   be- 
fore. 
We  then  shall  meet  to  nait  no  more. 


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5  The  little  cloud  increases  stfll, 
The  heavens  are  big  with  rain; 

We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  show'r, 
And  all  its  moisture  drain. 

4  A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torant  flows! 

But  pour  a  mighty  flood; 
Oh!  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 

'Till  all  proclaim  ihee  God. 
"  A  Saviour,"  &c. 

6  And  v/hen  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 
And  set'st  thy  starry  crown; 

When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine 
Proclaim 'd  by  thee  thine  own; 

6  May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 
Be  sinners,  sav'd  by  grace; 

From  glory  unto  glory  chang'd, 
Behold  thee  face  to  face! 

HYMN  93.     8s. 
Union  Hymn. 
1   From  whence  doth  this  union  arise 

That  hatred  is  conqur'd  by  love! 
It  fastens  our  souls  in  such  ties, 
As  nature  and  time  can't  remove. 


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2  It  cannot  in  Eadon  be  found, 
Nor  yet  in  a  Paradise  lost; 

It  grows  on  rmmanuel's  ground; 
And  Jesus'  rich  blood  it  did  cost. 

3  My  friends  are  so  dear  unto  me, 
Our  hearts  are  united  in  iove; 

Where  Jesus  is  gone  v/e  shall  be 
In  yonder  bright  mansions  above. 

4  O  why  then  so  loth    for  to  part? 
Since  (here  we  shall  all  meet  again 

Engrav'd  on  Immanuel's  heart, 
At  a  distance  we  cannot  remain. 

5  And   when  we  shall   see   that   bright 

day 
And  join  with  the  angels  above, 
There  free'd  from  these  bodies  of  clay, 
We'll  dwell  with  Christ  Jesus  above. 

6  With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  rei.L';n, 
And  all  his  bright  trlories  we'll  see; 

There  sing  Halfchijah,  Amen! 
Amen, -even  so  let  it  be. 


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HYIVIN  94.     L.  M. 

1  Like  Israel,  safe  upon  the  shore, 
Who  thought  the  coniiict  all  was  o'er. 
Young  converts  view  the  frightful  train 
Of  all  their  foes  for  ever  slain. 

2  But  soon,  with  sick'ning  heart  survey 
The  perils  of  the  desert  way; 

The  povv'r  of  sin  revives  again, 

Aud  all  their  hopes  seem  false  and  vain. 

S  The  morning  sun  that  shone  so  bright 
Is  shrouded  in  the  gloom  of  night; 
Hopeless  the  victor's  crown  to  win, 
They  yield  ere  they  the  fight  begin. 

4  But  Jesus  calls  them  to  the  field: 

*'  Come,    gird    on    harness    sword    and 

shield; 
Stand  fast  in  taith,  fight  for  your  King, 
My   grace    shall    strength    and    victory 

bring." 

HYMN  95.     C.  M. 

1   How  sweet  tfie  name  of  Jesus  sounda 
In  a  believer's  ear! 

El 


ISO 

It  sooths  hi3  sorrov/s,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast; 

'Tis  manna  to  the  troubled  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3  Dear  name!    the    rock    on    which  I 

build, 
My  shirk!  and  hiding  place,- 
My  never-failing  treas'ry  fill'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  Jesus!  my  shepherd,  husband,  friend, 
My  Prophet,  Priest  and  King, 

My  Lord,  my  life,  my  way,  my  end, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

5  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
And  cold  my  warm.est  thought; 

But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  piaise  thee  as  I  ought. 

6  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 
With  every  fleeting  breath; 

And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 


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HYMN  96.     P.  M. 

1  There  is  a  land  of  pleasure, 
Where  streams  of  joy  forever  roll; 

Tis  there  I  have  my  treasure, 

And  there  1  hope  to  rest  my  soul. 

Long  darkness  dwelt  around  me, 
With  scarcely  once  a  cheering  ray; 

But  since  my  Saviour  found  me, 
A  light  has  shone  along  my  way. 

2  My  way  is  full  of  trials; 

But  it's  the  path  that  leads  to  God; 
Then  like  a  valiant  soldier, 

I'll  dauntless  keep  the  happy  road, 
Now  I  must  gird  my  sword  on, 

My  helmet,  brest  plate,  and  my  shield 
And  fight  the  hosts  of  Satan, 

Until  I  gain  the  heavenly  field. 

3  I'm  on  my  way  to  Canaan, 

Still  guided  by  my  Saviour's  hand: 
O  Come  along,  dear  sinner. 

And  see  Emmanuel's  happy  land. 
To  all  that  stay  behind  me, 

I  bid  a  long,  a  long  farewell! 
O  come,  or  you'll  repent  it, 

When  you  do  reach  the  gates  of  li»ll! 
B3 


4  Tlie  vale  of  tears  surrounds  me, 

And  Jordan's  current  rolls  before! 
O  how  I  stand  and  tremble, 

To  hear  the  dismal  waters  roar! 
Whose  hand  shall  then  support  me, 

And  keep  my  soul  from  sinking  theie? 
From  sinking  down  to  darkness, 

And  to  the  regions  of  dispair? 

5  The  waves  shall  not  affright  me, 

Although    they're    deeper    than    the 
grave; 
If  Jesus  will  stand  by  me, 

I'H  ride  on  Jordan's  v/aves: 
His  word  ha=!  calm'd  the  ocean; 

His  lamp  hascheer'd  the  gloomy  vale; 

0  may  this  fiiend  be  with  me, 

When  through  the    gate    of  death   I 
sail. 

6  Then  come  thou  king  of  terrors, 
And  with  thy  weapons  luj  me  low! 

1  soon  shall  teach  that  region; 
Where  everlasting  pleasures  flow; 

Now,  Christians  I  must  leave  you, 
A  few  more  days  to  suffer  here; 


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Through  grace  I  soon  shall  meet  you; 
My  soul  exults,  I'm  almost  there. 

7  But  Oh  the  thoughtless  company 
That  crowds  the  road  that  leads  to  woej 

For  them  I'm  fiil'd  with  sympathy; 
I  soon  must  bid  them  all  adieu! 

0  sinners  must  I  leave  you! 

No  more  to  join  your  social  band? 
No  more  to  stand  before  you, 

Till  at  the  judgement  seat  we  stand? 

8  Soon  the  archangel's  trumpet, 

Shall  shake  the ^^lobe  from  pole  to  pole, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature,     - 

Shall  in  a  moment  cease  to  roll. 
Th'^n  shall  I  see  my  Saviour, 

With  shinning  ranks  of  angels,  come 
To  execute  his  vengeance. 

And  take  his  ransom'd  people  home. 

HYMN  97.     8s  8l  7s. 
Love  Divine^  Luke  vii.  47. 

1  Hail,  my  ever  blessed  Jesus, 
Onlv^  thee  I  wish  to  sing; 

To  my  soul  thy  name  is  precious, 
Thou  my  Prophet,  Priest  and  King. 
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2  Oh,  what  mercy  flows  from  heav*n, 
Oh,  whatJDy  and  happiness! 

Love  I  much? — I've  much  forgive'n— 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

3  Once  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 
Unconcern'd  in  sin  I  lay; 

Swift  destruction  still  pursuing, 
Till  my  Sayiour  passed  that  way. 

4  Witness,  all  ye  hosts  of  heav'n, 
My  redeemer's  tenderness! 

Love  I  much? — I've  much  forgiv'n — 
I'm  a  miricle  of  grace. 

5  Shout,  ve  bright  angjelic  choir; 
Praise  the  Lamb  enthron'd  above; 

While  astonish'd,  I  admire 

God's  free  grace,  and  boundless  lov 

6  That  blest  moment  I  receiv'd  him, 
Fill'd  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace; 

Love  I  much? — I've  much  forgiv'n — 
I'm  a  miricle  of  grace. 


HYMN  98.     C.  M. 

The  year  of  the  Redeemed,  Isa.  Ixiii.  4. 

1  Come,    welcome    this    new    year    of 

grace, 
Proclaim'd  through  Jesus'  blood; 
The  happy  year  of  our  release, 
To  seal  our  peace  with  God. 

2  We  early  wander'd  from  our  God, 
In  the  dark  maze  of  sin; 

The  year  of  the  redeem 'd  is  come, 
To  bring  us  back  again. 

3  We  hear  the  gospel's  joyful  sound 
Proclaim  the  jubilee; 

The  year  of  the  redeem'd  is  come, 
To  set  the  ransom'd  free 

4  Ye  aged  saints,  who  have  long  sigh'd 
To  see  this  happy  day, 

The  year  of  the  redeem'd  is  come, 
To  wipe  your  tears  away. 

5  Ye  lovely  youth  who  late  have  known 
The  sweets  of  pard'ning  grace, 

The  year  of  the  redeem'd  demands 
Your  noblest  acts  of  praise. 
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HYMN  99.     8s.  &  73. 
Invitation  to  follow  the  Lamb. 

1  Christians,  hear  the  Saviour  call  you, 
Listen  to  his  gracious  voice; 

Dread  no  ills  that  can  befall  you, 
While  you  make  this  way  your  choice. 
Jesus  says,  let  each  believer 

Be  baptized  in  my  name; 
He  himself  in  Jordan's  river 

Was  immers'd  beneath  the  stream. 

2  Plainly  here  his  footsteps  tracing, 
Follow  him  without  delay; 

Gladly  his  command  embracing, 
Lo!  our  captain  leads  the  way. 

View  the  rite  with  understanding, 
Jesus'  grave  before  you  lies; 

Be  interr'd  at  his  commanding, 
After  his  example  rise. 

HYMN  100.     H.  M. 

Juslificat  '.on  by  faith, 

1  Arise  my  soul,  arise, 
Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears, 


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The  bleeding  sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears; 
Before  the  throne  my  surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  He  ever  lives  above, 
For  me  to  intercede; 

His  all  redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood  to  plead; 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace, 

3  The  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 
Receieved  on  Calvary, 

Now  pour  effectual  prayers, 

And  strongly  speak  for  me; 
Foroive  him,  O  forgive,  they  cry, 
Nor  let  that  ransom 'd  sinner  die! 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 
The  dear  anointed  One, 

He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son: 
His-spiiit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 


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6  My  God  is  reconciled, 
His  pardoning  voice  I  hear; 

He  owns  me  for  his  child, 
I  can  no  longer  fear: 

With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 

And  Father,  Abba,  father  cry. 

HYMN  101.     P.  M. 

1  Hark  brethren,    don't  you    hear   the 

sound? 

The  martial  trumpet  now  is  blowing, 
Men  in  order  listing  round, 

And  soldiers  to  the  standard  flowing: 
Bounties  offer'd,  joy  and  peace, 

To  ev'ry  soldier  this  is  given; 
And  when  from  toil  and  war  we  cease, 

A  mansion  bright  prepared  in  heaven. 

2  Those  who  long  in  debt  have  laid, 
And  felt  the  hand  of  dire  oppression; 

All  their  debts  are  freely  paid, 

And  they  endow'd  with   large  posses- 
sion; 

All  that's  sick,  or  blind,  or  lame, 
Maladies  are  also  hed'd. 


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Outlaw'd  rebels,  when  they  come, 
Receive  a  pardon  freely  sealed. 

3  The  battle  is  not  to  the  strong. 

The  burden  is  on  the  captain's  shoul- 
der; 
None  so  aged  or  so  young, 

But  he  may  list  and  be  a  soldier; 
Those  who  cannot  fight  or  fly, 

Beneath  this  banner  find  protection, 
None  who  on  his  name  rely, 

Shall  be  reduced  to  base  subjection, 

4  You  need  not  fear  the  cause  is  good; 
Come  who  will  list  and  be  a  soldier? 

In  this  cause  the  martyrs  bled; 

And  shouted  vict'ry  in  the  fire; 
In  this  way  let's  follow  on, 

And  soon  we'll  tell  the  pleasing  story, 
How     through   Christ    we    gained    the 

crown, 
-    And  fought  our  way  through  grace  to 
glory. 

5  The  battle,  brethren,  is  begun, 
Behold  the  army's  now  in  motion; 

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Some  by  faith  behold  the  crown, 

And  almost  grasp  their  future  portion, 
Shout  the  victory,  sing  aloud, 

Immaniiel's  chariot  wheels  are  rumb- 
ling, 
Mourners  weeping  through  the  crowd, 
And   Satan's  kingdom  down  is    tumb- 
ling. 

HYMN   102.     7s. 

In  darkness,  Ps.  xxx.  6.  7. 

1   Once  I  thought  my  mountain  strong, 

Firmly  fixed  no  more  to  move; 
Then  my  Saviour  was  my  song. 

Then  my  soul  was  filled  with  love; 
Those  were  happy,  golden  days 
Sweetly  spent  in  pray'r  and  praise. 

2  Little  then  myself  I  knew. 
Little  thought  of  Satan's  pow'r; 

Now  I  feel  my  sins  anew; 
N  )w  I  feel  the  storiny  hour! 

Siii  has  put  my  joys  to  flight; 

Sin  has  turn'd  my  day  to  night. 


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3  Saviour,  shine  and  cheer  my  souJ, 
Bid  my  dying  hopes  revive, 

Make  my  vv^ounded  spirit  Vv'hole, 
Far  away  the  tempter  drive; 

Speak  the  word  and  set  ine  free, 

Let  me  live  alone  to  thee. 

HYMN   103.     8s.  7s.  &  4s. 
Hope  encouraged,  Ps.  xlii.  o. 

1  O  iny  soul  what  means  this  sadness? 
Wherek)re  art  thou  thus  cast  down? 

Let  thy  griefs  be  turned  to  gladness; 
Bid  thy  restless  fears  begone; 

Look  to  Jesus, 
And  rejoice  in  his  dear  name. 

2  What  though   Satan's  strong  tempta- 

tions 
Vex  and  grieve  thee  day  by  day;' 
And  thy  sinibl  inclinations 
Otten  fill  thee  with  dismay; 

Thou  shalt  conquer — 
Through  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood. 

3  Though  ten  thonsand  ills  beset  thee, 
From  without  and  from  within; 

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Jesug  salth  he'll  ne^er  forget  thee, 
But  will  save  iVom  hell  and  sin; 

He  is  faithful 
To  perform  his  gracious  word. 

4  Though  distresses  now  attend  thee, 
And  thou  tread 'st  the  thorny  road; 

His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee; 
Soon  he'll  bring  thee  home  to  God! 

Therefore  praise  him — 
Praise  the  grate  redeemer's  name. 

5  Oh,  that  I  could  now  adore  him, 
Like  the  heavenly  host  above, 

Who  forever  bow  before  him, 
And  unceasing  sing  his  lov^! 

Happy  songsters! 
When  shall  1  your  chorus  j  mh? 

HYMN   104.     5s.  &  63. 
LuJce  xii.  24. 
1  Kind  Teacher  and  Lord!- 

Thy  wisdom  we  bless, 
Who  dost  in  thy  word 

This  precept  express; 
May  we  from  the  heavens    , 
This  counsel  receive, 


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Consider  the  ravens j 
And  learn  to  believe. 

2  They  sow  not,  nor  reap, 

Nor  gather  in  store, 
Have  nothing  to  keep, 

Yet  never  are  poor; 
If  God,  in  the  heavens, 

Made  nothing  in  vain. 
Consider  the  ravens, 

And  never  complain. 

5  Your  every  need 

He'll  surely  supply, 
And  all  his  saints  feed 

With  bread  frQm  the  sky; 
On  him,  in  the  heavens 

Continue  to  call, 
Consider  the  ravens, 

And  trust  him  for  all. 

4  Your  wants  may  be  great, 
And  friends  may  be  few; 

Yet  on  him  still  wait, 
Whatever  you  do: 

For  he,  in  the  heavens, 

Well  knows  what  you  need, 
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Consider  the  ravens, 

His  children  shall  feed. 

5  O  doubt  not  his  care, 
His  truth  or  his  love, 

Which  kindly  you  share, 

And  constantly  prove; 
When  you,  against  heaven. 

To  murmur  begin, 
Consider  ike  ravens, 

And  blush  for  your  sin. 

6  Still,  Lord,  while  below 
A  pilgrim  I  stay, 

Thy  bounty  bestow, 

Thy  kindness  display; 
To  thee  in  the  heavens, 

I'ii  lift  up  my  voice, 
Consider  (he  ravens. 

And  always  rejoice. 

HYMN  105.  C.  M. 

Description  of  the  children  of  God. 

1   What  poor  despised  company 
Of  travellers  art'  these, 


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That  walk  in  yonder  narrow  way 
Along  that  rugged  maze? 

2  Ah!  these  are  of  a  royal  line, 
All  children  of  a  king; 

Heirs  of  immortal  crowns  divine, 
And  lo!  for  joy  they  sing. 

3  Why  do  they  then  appear  so  mean, 
And  why  so  much  despis'd? 

Because  of  their  rich  robes  unseen, 
The  world  is  not  appriz'd. 

4  But  why  keep  they  that  narrow  road, 
That  rugged  thorny  maze? 

Why  that's  the  way  their  leader  trod. 
They  love  and  keep  his  ways. 

5  Why   must   they    shun  the   pleasant 

path, 
That  worldlings  love  so  v/ell? 
Because  that  is  the  road  to  death. 
The  open  road  to  hell. 

6  What,  is  there  then  no  other  road, 
To  Salem's  happy  ground? 

Christ  is  tb.e  only  way  to  God, 
,Isfone  other  can  be  found. 


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HYMN  106.     P.  M. 

AUend  ye  Saints. 

1  Attend,  ye  saints,  and  hear  me  tell 
The  wonders  of  Immanuel, 

Who  saved  me  from  a  burning  hell, 
And  brought  my  soul  with  him  to  dwell, 
And  give  me  heavenly  union. 

2  When  Jesus  saw  me  from  on  high, 
Beheld  my  soul  in  ruin  lie, 

He  look'd  on  me  with  pitying  eye, 
And  said  to  me  as  he  pass'd  by, 
"  With  God  you  have  no  union.*' 

3  Then  I  began  to  weep  and  cry, 
And  look'd  this  way  and  that,  to  fly, 
It  grieved  me  so  that  I  must  die; 

I  strove  salvation  for  to  buy: 
But  still  I  had  no  union. 

4  But  when  I  hated  all  my  sin, 
My  dear  redeemer  took  me  in, 

And  with  his  blood  he  washed  me  clean; 
And  oh!  what  seasons  I  have  seenj 
Since  first  I  felt  this  union. 

5  I  prais'd  the  Lord  both  night  and  day, 
And  went  from  house  to  house  to  pray. 


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And  if  I  met  one  on  the  way, 
I  found  rd  something  st;li  to  say 
About  this  heavenly  union. 

6  I  now  with  saints  can  join  to  sing, 
And  mount  on  faith's  tiiumphant  wing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring 
With  loud  hosannas  to  our  king, 

Who  brought  our  souls  to  union. 

7  Oh  come  backsliders,  come  away, 
And  learn  to  do  as  well  as  say, 
And  learn  to  watch  as  well  as  pray, 
And  bear  your  cross  from  day  to  day; 

And  then  you'll  feel  this  union. 

8  We  soon  shall  leave  all  things  below 
And  quit  these  climes  of  pain  and  woe, 
And  then  we'll  all  to  glory  go, 

And  then  we'll  see,  and  hear  and  know, 
And  feel  a  perfect  union. 

9  Come,  heaven  and  earth,  unite   your 

lays. 
And  give  to  Jesus  endless  praise; 
And  oh  my  soul,  look  on  and  gaze! 
He  bleeds,  he  dies,  your  debt  he  pays, 
To  give  you  heavenly  union. 


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10  Oh  could  I,  like  an  angel,  sound 
Salvation  through  the  earth  around, 
The  devil's  kingdom  to  confound; 
I'd  triumph  on  Immanual's  ground, 
And  spread  this  glorious  union. 

HYMN   107.     7s.  &.  6s. 
Driving  to  port. 

1  Though  hard  the  winds  are  blowing, 
And  loud  the  billows  roar; 

Full  swiitly  we  are  going, 
To  our  dear  native  shore. 

2  The  billows  breaking  o'er  us, 
The  storms  that  round  us  swell, 

Are  aiding  to  restore  us, 
To  ail  we  love  so  well. 


3  So  sorrow  often  presses. 
Life's  mariner  along; 

Afflictions  and  distresses, 

Are  gales  and  billows  strong. 

4  The  sharper  and  severer 
The  storms  of  life  we  meet, 

The  sooner  and  the  nearer 
Is  heaven's  eternal  seat. 


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5  Come  then,  afflictions  dreary, 
Sharp  sickness  pierce  my  breast; 

You  only  bear  the  weary 
More  quickly  home  to  rest. 

HYMN  108.    P.  M. 
Meet  and  right. 
1  Meet  and  right  it  is  to  sing, 

In  every  time  and  place, 
Glory  to  our  heavenly  King, 

The  God  of  truth  and  grace. 
Join  we  then  with  sweet  accord, 

All  in  one  thanksgiving  join! 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

Eternal  praise  be  thine! 

2  Thee,  the  first-born  son  of  light, 

In  choral  symphonies, 
Praise  by  day,  day  without  night, 

And  never,  never  cease; 
Angels  and  archangels,  all 

Praise  the  mystic  Three  in  One; 
Sing,  and  stop,  and  gaze,  and  fall 

O'erwhelm'd  before  thy  throne! 


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3  Vieing  with  that  heavenly  choir, 
Who  chant  thy  praise  above; 

We  on  eagles  wings  aspire, 
The  wings  of  faitli  and  love; 

Thee,  they  sing,  with  glory  crown 'd; 

We  extol  the  staughtei'd  Lamb: 

Lower  if  our  voices  sound, 
Our  subject  is  the  same. 

4  Father,  God,  thy  love  we  praise, 
I     Which  gave  thy  Son  to  die; 
Jesus  full  of  truth  and  grace, 

Alike  we  glorify; 
Spirit,  Comforter  divine, 
i'     Praiselby  all  to  thee  be  given, 
Till  we  in  full  chorus  join. 

And  earth  is  turned  to  heaven. 

HYMN  109.    C.  M. 
The  hajypy  debtor. 
1  Ten  thousand  talents  once  I  ow'd, 

And  nothing  had  to  pay; 
But  Jesus  freed  me  from  the  load, 
And  took  my  debt  away. 


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o  Yet  since  the  Lord  forgave  my  sin, 
^  And  blotted  out  my  score; 
^ucb  more  indebted  I  have  been,  !• 

Than  e'er  1  was  before.  ,; 

3  Mv  guilt  is  cancell'd  quite,  I  know,      || 

And  satisfaction  made-,  ;.| 

But  the  vast  debt  of  love  I  owe,  ,( 

Can  never  be  repaid.  ^ 

4  The  love  I  owe  for  sin  forgiv'n,  j 

For  power  to  believe,  u^^v'n    \ 

For  present  peace  and  promisdheavn.  I 

No  angel  can  conceive. 

HYMN  110.     lis. 

Though  fr.ends  shonld  f  (^  ''  ""     ,„iide, 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  "'"l^^^^i,,      „,ide. 
The  scripture  assures  us,  the  Lora  wi"  V 

9  The  birds  without  barn  or  store  house  ar 3  fed, 

^r,»;iHrw:iftr;^the\ord.,np.oviae. 

8  We  may,  like  the  ships,  by  tempests  be  tost. 
Saperaol.  deeps,  but  ueed  not  be  let, 


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Though  Satan  enrages  the  wind  and  the  tide, 
The  promise  engages,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

4  No  strength  of  our  own,  or  goodness  we  claim, 
Yet  since   we  have  known  the   Saviour's    great 

name, 
In  this  our  strong  towt^r  for  safety  we'll  hide, 
The  Lord  is  our  power,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

4  When  life  sinks  apace,  and  death  is  in  view, 
This  word  pf  his  grace  shall  comfort  us  through: 
Not  fearing  or  doubting,  with  Christ  on  our  side, 
We  hope  to  die  shouting,  "/Ae  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

HYMN  111.  P.  M. 

1  Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here, 
Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear; 
Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  Friend, 
One  that  loves  us  to  the  end; 
Forward  then  with  courage  go, 
Long  we  cannot  dwell  below; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
Child,  your  father  calls — come  home. 

2  In  the  world  a  thousand  snares 
Lay  to  take  us  unawares; 
Satan,  with  malicious  art. 
Watches  each  unguarded  heart, 


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But  from  Satan's  malice  free, 
Saints  shall  soon  victorious  be; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home. 

3  But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 
None  so  apt  to  turn  our  feet, 
None  betray  us  into  sin, 
Like  the  foes  we  have  v/ithin, 
Yet  let  nothing  spoil  our  peace, 
Christ  will  also  conquer  these, 
Then  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
Child,  your  father  calls — come  home. 

HYMN  112.     S.  M. 
Watchfulness  and  prayer. 
1   A  charge  to  keep  I  have; 

A  God  to  glorify; 
A  never  dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky: 
To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil; 
O  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 

To  do  My  master's  will. 


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2  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  m  thy  sight  to  live; 
And  O  thy  servant,  Lord  prepare 

A  strict  account  to  give, 
Help  me  to  watch  and  pray 
And  on  thyself  rely; 

Assur'd  if  I  rny  trust  betray, 
1  shall  forever  die. 

HYMjNT  113.     8s. 
Failh  conquering^  Rom.  i.  17. 
i   The  moment  a  sinner  believes, 

And  trusts  in  his  crucify'd  Lord, 
His  pardon  at  once  he  receives— 

Redemption  in  full  through  his  blood. 
Iisfaihihat  still  leads  us  along, 
^  And  lives  under  presure  and  load, 
-hat  makes  us  in  weakness  more  strong, 
•  And  draws  the  soul  upward  to  God. 

.  It  treads  on  the  world  and  on  hell 
'.    A  'f ?^,"'s'^es  death   and  despair-  ' 
;nd  oh:  let  us  wonder  to  tell, 
;  It  wrestles  and  conquers  by  pray'r- 


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Permits  a  vile  worm  of  the  dust, 
With  God  to  commune  as  a  friend; 

To  hope  his  foregiveness  as  just, 
And  look  for  his  love  to  the  end, 

3  It  says  to  the  mountain,  ''  Depart," 
That  stands   between    God    and    the 
soul; — 
It  binds  up  the  broken  in  heart, 

And  makes  wounded  conciences  whole; 
Bids  sins  of  a  crim,son-like  dve 

Be  spotless  as  snow,  and  as  white; 
And  raises  the  sinneu  on  high, 

To  dwell  with  the  angels  of  light. 

HYMN   114.     8s.  &  7s. 

Sitting  at  Jesus'  feet,  Luke  vii.  48. 
1  Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 

Which  before  the  cross  I  spend; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 

From  the  sinner's  dying  friend: 
Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  his  feet  I'll  bathe;    * 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 

Lite  deriving  from  his  death. 


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2  Truly  blessed  in  this  station— 

Low  before  his  cross  I'll  lie; 
While  I  see  divine  compassion 

Floating  in  his  languid  eye; 
Here  I'll  sit — forever  viewing 

Mercy  streaming  in  his  blood: 
Precious  drops,  my  soul  bedewing, 

Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God, 

HYMN  115.     P.  M. 

When  shall  we  three  meet  again? 
When  shall  we  three  meet  again? 
Oft  shall  glowing  hope  aspire, 
Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire; 
Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  three  shall  meet  again. 

2  Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
Parch 'd  beneath  a  hostile  sky; 
Though  the  deep  between  u's  rolls, 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls: 
And  in  fancy's  wide  domain, 

Oft  shall  we  three  meet  again. 

3  When  our  burnish 'd  locks  are  gray^ 
Thin'd  by  many  a  toil-spent  day; 


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When  arround  this  youthful  pine, 
Moss  shall  creep  and  ivy  twine  ; 
(Long  may  this  lov'd  bovv'r  remain;) 
Here  may  we  three  meet  again. 

4  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
When  its  waisted  lamps  are  dead, 
When  in  cold,  oblivion's  shade, 
Beauty,  wealth  and  fame  are  laid; 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
There  may  we  all  meet  again. 

HYMN  116.  P.  M.    V,, 

1  W4iy  stand  ye  here  idle, 
My  friends,  all  the  day? 

Your  moments  are  fleeting, 

They'll  soon  pass  away! 
The  market  is  open, 

The  store  you  may  see, 
Then  come,  take  and  welcome, 

All  things  here  are  free. 

2  Here's  mercy  and  pardon. 
Here's  love  and  free  grace,    '" 

Here's  strong  consolation, 
Here's  grate  joy  and  peace, 


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Here's  hope  for  the  hopeless, 

The  weary  find  rest, 
Here's  all  things  in  plenty, 

For  poor  and  distress'd. 

S  Here  are  clothes  for  the  naked. 

Here  all  may  be  clad, 
Here's  bread  for  the  hungry, 

Here  soul^  may  be  fed; 
Here's  manna  from  heaven, 

This  fi:)od  is  divine, 
Fat  things  full  of  marrow. 

And  wine  well  refin'd. 

4  Here's  oil  milk  and  honey, 
A  plenty  in  store, 

Sufficient  for  thousands, 
Yea,  millions  and  more; 
HtMc's  balm  for  the  wounded. 

Here's  strengtli  for  the  weak, 
Here  cordials  divine 

Are  prepared  for  the  sick. 

5  Then  come,  all  ye  needy. 
Ye  poor  and  distress'd, 

Come  and  receive  freely, 
Aad  be  ever  blessed; 


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Oh  come  without  money, 

To  Jesus  and  buy, 
Then  love  him  and  prais^e  him 

Forever  on  high. 

HYMN   117.     lis.  6s.  &  lis. 

Sweet  home. 
1  An  alian  from  God,  and  a  stanger  to  grace, 

1  wandered  through  earth,  its  gay    pleasures    to 

trace; 
In  the  pathway  of  sin  I  continued  to  roam. 
Unmindful,  alas  !   that  it  led  me  from  home. 
Home,  home,  sioeet,  sweet  home, 
O  Saviour  I  direct  me  to  heaven,  my  home. 

2  The  pleasures  of  earth,  I  have  seen  fade  away, 
They  bloom  for  a  season,  but  soon  they  decay, 
But  pleasures  more  lasting  in  .hsus  are  given. 
Salvation  on  earth,  and  a  niansion  in  heaven. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
The   Saints  in  those    mansions   are  ever  at 
home. 

2  Allure  me  no  longer,  ye  false  glowing  charms! 
The  Saviour  invites  me  I'll  go  to  his  arms; 
At  the  banquet  of  mercy  I  hear  there  is  room, 
O  there  may  I  feast  witli  his  children  at  home  ! 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home. 

O  Jesus,  conduct  me  to  heaven,  my  home. 


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4  Farewell,  vain  amusements,  my  follies  adieu, 
While  Jesus,  and  heaven,  and  glory  I  view; 

I  feast  on  the  pleasures  thai  flow  from  his  throne, 
The  foretaste  of  iieaven,  sweet  heaven,  my  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
O  when  shall  I  share  the  fruition  of  home- 

5  The  days  of  my  exile  are  passing  away; 
The  time  is  approaching,  when  Jesus  will  say, 

"  Well   done  faithful  servant,   sit  down  on  my 

throne, 
And  dwell  in  my  presence,  forever  at  home." 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

O  there  I  shall  rest  u-ith  the  Saviour  at  home 

6  Affliction,  and  sorrow,  and  death  shall  be  o'er, 
The  saints  shall  unite  to  be  parted  no  more; 
There  loud  hallelijahs  fill  heaven's  high  dome; 
They  dwell  with  the  Saviour  forever  at  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home. 

They  dwell  with  the  Saviour  forever  at  home. 

HYMN  118.     L.  M. 

Gathsemane. 

1    'Tis  midnight — and  on  Olive's  brow, 

The  star  is  dimM  that  lately  shone; 
'Tis  midnight —  in  the  garden  now, 
The  sufi'ring  Saviour  prays  alone. 


2  *Tis  midnight — and  from  all  removed 
Immanuelstrives  alone,  with  fears; 

E'en  the  descipio  that  he  lov'd 

Heeds  not  his  master's  grief  and  tearj. 

3  'Tis  midnight — and  for  others'  guilt 
The  man  of  sorrow  weeps  in  blood: 

Yet  he  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt, 
Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 

4  'Tis  midnight— and  from  ether  plains, 
Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know; 

Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  wo. 

HYMN  119.     7s. 
Prayer  for  a  revival. 

I   Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation, 

Giant  us,  Lofd  a  gracious  rain! 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 

Unless  thou  retuin  again; 
Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance;. 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  hi^h; 
Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 

E.v'ry  plant  should  droop  and  die. 

El 


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2  Surely,  once  thy  garden  flourished, 
Ev'ry  part  look'd  gay  and  green: 

Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourish'd, 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen! 

But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 
And  a  sad  decline  we  see; 

Lord  thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 
Kelp  can  only  come  from  thee. 

3  Where  are  those  we  counted  leaders, 
Fill'd  with  zeal,  and  love,  and  truth? 

Old  professors,  tall  as  cedars, 
Bright  examples  to  our  youth!    • 

Some,  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 
We  s-hall  meet  no  more  below, 

Some,  alas!   we  fear  are  blighted, 
Scarce  a  single  lief  they  show. 

4  Younger  plants — ^^the  sight  how  pleas- 

ant, 

Covered  thick  with  blossoms  stood; 
But  they  cause  us  grief  v.i  present, 

F'ost  has  nipp'd  them  in  their  bud! 
Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither, 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again; 
Oh,  permit  them  not  to  wither, 

L«t  not  all  oup  hopes  bo  vaia! 


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5  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  pray'rs; 
Let  each  one  esteem 'd  thy  servant, 

Shun  the  world's  l)evvitching  snares: 
Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh; 
And  begin  from  tiiis  good  hour, 

To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 

HYMN  120.     P.  M. 

1  Jesus  to  every  willing  mind. 
Opens  a  heavenly  treasure; 

In  him  the  sons  of  sorrow  find 

Sources  of  real  plear?urc; 
See  what  emplovments  men  pursue; 
Then  you  will  own  my  words  are  true, 
Jesus  alone  unfolds  to  view 

Sources  of  real  pleasure. 

2  Poor  are  the  joys  that  fool«>  esteem, 
Fading  and  transitory: 

Mirth  is  as  fleeting  as  a  dream, 

Or  a  delusive  storv: 
Luxury  leaves  a  sting  behind, 
Wounding  the  body  and  the  mind; 
Only  in  Jesus  can  we  find 

Pleasure  aad  solid  glory. 
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3  Lcariffng,   th^t   boasting,    glitteilug 

thing, 

Scaiceiy  is  worth  possessing, 
Riches  forever  on  (lie  wing,   ' 

Scarce  can  be  call'd  a  blessing; 
Fanne  like  a  shadow  flies  away, 
Titles  and  dignities  decay, 
Naught  but  religion  can  display 

Joys  that  are  freed  from  trouble. 

4  Beauty  with  all  its  gaudy  show, 
Is  but  a  painted  bubble; 

Short  are  the  triumphs  wit  bestow, 

Full  of  deceit  and  trouble; 
Sensual  pleasures  swell  desire, 
Just  as  the  fuel  feeds  the  fire; 
Religion  can  real  bliss  inspire. 

Bliss  that  is  worth  possessing. 

HYMN.   121.     5s.  &  lis. 
Crucifixion  to  the  world. 
1   O  tell  me  no  more 

Of  this  world's  vain  store! 
The  time  for  such  trifles  with  rae  now  vi 


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2  A  country  I've  found, 
Where  true  joys  abound; 

To   dwell  Vm  determin'd  on  that  happy 
ground. 

3  The  souls  that  believe, 
In  paradise  live*; 

And  me  in    that  number  will  Jesus   re- 
ceive. 

4  Tvly  soul,  don't  delay, 
He  calls  ihee  away; 

Rise,  follow  thy  Saviour,  and  bless   the 
glad  day. 

5  No  mortal  doth  know  n 
what  he  can  bestow, 

What  light,  strength,   and   comfort,   go 
after  him  go. 

■^        6  And  when  I'm  to  die, 

"Receive  me,"  I'll  cry; 
For  Jesut!  hath  lov'd   me   I   cannot  say 

why. 

7  And  now  I'm  in  care, 
My  neighbors  may  share 
These  blessings,  to  seek  them  will  aona 
of  vou  dar»? 


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8  In  bondage,  O  why! 
And  death,  will  you  lie, 
When  one  here  assures  you  free  grace 
is  so  nigh? 

HYMN  122.     C.  M. 
Christian  love. 

1  How  sweet,  how  heav'nly  is  the  sight, 
When  those  who  love  the  Lord, 

In  one  another's  peace  delight. 
And  so  fuHii  hie  word. 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh. 
And  wit'i  him  bear  a  part: 

When  sorrows  flow  from  eye  to  eye. 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart: 

3  When    free    from    envy,    scorn     and 

pride, 
Our  wishes  all  above, 
Each  can  his  brother's'^failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love! 

4  Let  love  in  one  delightful  stream, 
Through  ev'ry  bosom  flow; 

And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
la  every  action  glow. 


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5  Love  i3  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven  who  finds 

His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

HYMN   123.     L.  M. 

1  'Tis  hard,  when  we  are  sick  and  poor, 
And  tliey  who  lov'd  us,  love  no  more — 
When    riches,   friends,    and    health    are 

gone. 
To  say,  "  O  Lord!  thy  will  be  done," 

2  'Tis  hard,   when  thev   in   dealh   are 

laid, 
O'er  whom  we  watch'd,  and   wept,    and 

pray'd; 
The  wife — (he  parent — sister — son. 
To  say,  "  O  Lord!  thy  will  be  done." 

3  'Tis  hard,  when  in  our  soul's  distress. 
All,  all  around  is  wilderness, 

And  herb    and    quick'nin'g    stream    are 

none, 
To  say,  "  O  Lord!  thy  will  be  done." 

4  And  yet  how  light  such  sorrows  be, 
To  his  in  dark  Gethsernaae, 

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Who  drank  the  cup  with  stifled  groan, 
And  said,  "O  Lord!  thy  will  be  done." 

HYMN  124.     P.  M. 

The  exiles  of  Eden. 

1  There  fell  from  God's  favor  two  exiles  of  Eden, 
The.y  wandered  thro' deserts  ol  sorrow  and  pain, 
They   were  baiiish'd  from  paradise  the  place  of 

llieir  freedom, 
And  we'their  posterity  are  apt  to  complain; 
O  never  again  in  the  green  shady  bovyurs, 
Where  our  fiist   parents  dwelt  shall  we    spend 

the  sweet  hours, 
Nor  taste  of  the  fruit,  nor  smell  of  the  flowers. 
Nor  sound  to  the  number  of  Eden  again. 

2  O  sad  is  our  fate,  cry    these   heart  wand'ring 

strangers. 
The  brutal  creation  more  happy  than  we. 
Surrounded  with  troubles,  temptations  and  dan- 
gers, 
If  God  had  been  just,  cojld  such  evils  e'er  be? 
Hush  all  these  complaints,  let  us  mend    our  be- 
haviour; 
We  need  not  go  mourning  in  exile  forever, 
If  we  but  repent  and  believe  in  the  Saviour, 
Who  died  to  redeem  us  and  lives  to  restore. 


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8  His  character  is  loTely,  it  shines  forth  Witb 
splendor. 

He  invites  our  attention  to  joys  most  sublime; 

He's  moved  with  compassion,  his  heart  is  most 
lender, 

His  Blood  has  atoned  for  the  world  of  mankind. 

Come  all  ye  despondent  with  hearts  now  relent- 
-  ing.      ;^ 

Convicted,  condemned,  with  sorrow  repenting/ 

Come  just  as  ^you  are  with  your  souls  all  con- 
senting, 

Accept  of  salvation  in  Jesus'  name. 

4  Come  all  ye    fond    youth    that   are   doting  on 

beauty, 
Who  revel  in  ball-rooms  and  gamble  by  night, 
Yet  strangers  to  happiness,  neglectors  of  duty, 
In  Jesus  1  find  a  superior  delight; 
His  voice  is  sweet  music,  his  person  endearing, 
To  my  spirit  the  wine   of  his  kingdom  is  cheer- 
ing; 
My  heart  it  is  leaping,  my  soul  persevering,       ^ 
My  saviour,  my  Suitor,  my  partner  in  love. 

5  He    offers   you  pardon,    he  waits  to  embrace 

you; 
Here's  pleasure  forever,  come  follow  the  Lamb; 
Religion's  a  calling  that  will  not  dii^gt-ace  you, 
An  honor  from  heaveo,  arising  to  faiijc. 
Come  all  ye  ambitious,  who  rise  I5y  gradation* 
^vation'f  the  glorj  of  every  nation ; 

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Come  now  and  receive  it,  and  take  yonr  high 

station, 
In  heaven  be  crowned  on  Jesus'  throne. 

6  Come  all  ye  vain  tiplers,  who  often  got  heady, 
Who  sup  at  the  tavern  and  lodge  in  the  street. 
You  reel  on  a  prjcipice,  you  ought  to  be  ste;idy. 
Or  soon  you  will  tumble  and  fall  in  the  deep. 
Where  liquids  are  plenty  and  you'll  not  be  crav- 
ing, 

Where  devils  torment  and  the  damned  are  rav- 
i'lg? 

Where  billows  of  justice  and  vengeance  are  wav- 
ing, 

O'erwhelming  your  souls  in  the  torments  of  hell. 

7  Come,  all  ye  poor  misers   who 're  rich  in  your 

coffers, 
I  doubt  much  if  ever  you  lib'ral  will  be, 
Except  ye  repent  and  take  Christ  at  his  offer; 
Your  treasure  'tis  useless  when  death  turns  the 

key: 
You've  ground   down  the  poor  to    accumulate 

riches. 
Such  impious  conduct  your  character  impeaches. 
The  root  of  all  evil  your  spirit  bewitches. 
To  niake  life  pernicious  and  die  in  contempt. 

8  Come  all  ye  proud  Deists,  who  boast  of  your 

reason. 
Who  wUl  not  believe  whatyoa  eau't  eomprek9£4' 


I'71 

Come,  meet  yonr  opponent,  let's  argue  a  season. 
And  see  liow  tiie  contest  will  turn  in  the  end, 
Yoirve  erected  a  b:.bel,  come  now  and  defend  it; 
Cofiiptehend  your  existence  (ir  else  not   pretend 

it, 
Here  rise.s  a  mountain  yon  cannot  ascend  it; 
You're  swauiped  m  the  valley,  or  lost  in  despair. 

9  Come  all  ye  bold  Atheists,  who  glory  in  error, 
Deny  the  true  God  and  pay  homage  to  chance; 
Be  true  with  conviction,  -tnd  tre.hble  with  terror. 
Or  you  on  to  ruin  do  swiftly  advance: 

Ey  chance  there's   a  God  and  by  chance  there'a 

a  Saviour, 
By  chancii  there's  a  hell  and    you'll    heir  it   for- 

e\  er; 
By  chance  there's  a  heav'n  for  each  true  believer. 
By  chance  there  are  angels  and  cherubs  above. 

10  The  church  of  the  first  borne  to   bliss   h;ive 

attained 
Tho'  once   they   wore    exiles  that  wander'd   in 

lime. 
Eternity's  before  them,  the  rnyst'ry's  explained; 
The  glories  of  heaven  unfolding  in  prime: 
Again  they're  restored  to  the  most  pleasing  bow- 

'     ers ; 
In  the   presence    of  Gcd  now    they    spend    their 

swei.'t  hours; 
Their  souls  are  enraptur'd  withheav'nly  powea"*. 
To  vfifi  the  sweet  &atham«  of  Eden  regain'd. 


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HYMN  125.     89.  &  7*. 
Prayer  meeting. 

1  Christian  worship  how  inviting 
Is  the  SQcia!  praying  hand, 

Hai)py  concert  thrice  delighting, 
Bound  to  Canaan's  holy  land. 

2  See  how  joyful  they  assemble, 
At  the  consecrated  hqur, 

How  they  Heaven's  host  re^emble^ 
While  they  God  Most  High  adore. 

3  See  them  in  sweet  concert  moYing, 
Each  their  humble  part  fulfil, 

Bound  to  love,  each  other  loving, 
Thus  they  do  the  Saviour's  will. 

4  Now  they  bow  in  adoration 
Low  before  Jehovah's  throne, 

Giving  honor  and  Salvation 
To  the  High  and  Holy  one. 

5  NoSv  they  rise  in  hvinns  symphonipus 
All  as  one  their  spirits  riee; 

Sweep  the  golden  harps  harmonious, 
^UAg  b^  sfirai^hs  ia  the  skx^A. 


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6  Now  tbej  pour  out  fervent  prayer, 

Plead  the  all-atoning  blood, 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit's  there, 

'Tis  in  truth  the  house  of  Go4. 

HYMN  126.     lis.  St  123. 
Thehower.of  Prayer. 

1  To  leave  my,  dear  friends,  and  with  neighbor* 

to  part, 
And    go  from   my  lov'd  home,    afflicts  not    my 

heart, 
Like  the  rhonght  of  absenting  myself  for  a  day, 
From  that  blest   retreat   where    I've  chosen   U 

pray. 

2  D-iar  bower,  where  the  pin©  and  the  poplar 

have  &p:ead, 
And  woven  their  branches,  a  roof  o'er  my  head, 
Ko-vv  oft  have  1  knelt  on  the  evergreen  there. 
And  poured  out  my  soul  to  my  Saviour  m  pray- 


er. 


3  The  earlv  shrill  notes  of  the  lov'd  mghtrngala 
Th.t  dwelt'in  the  bower,  \  observed  as  my  bell. 
To  call  me  to  duty,  while  birds  in  the  air 
^uqg  acthama  of 'pralsea,  as  1  weat  to  prayer. 


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4  How  sweet  were  the  breezes  perfumed  by  the 

pine,     ^ 
The  ivy,  the  balsam,  and  wild  eglantine; 
But  sweeter,  O  sweeter,  superlative  were 
The  joys  that  I  tasted  in  answer  to  prayer. 

5  For  Jesus  my  Saviour  oft  deigned  to  meet, 
And  bless,   with  hi:J    presence,   my   humble    re- 
treat! 

Oft  fiii*    nje  with  rap'ure  and  blessedness  there. 
And  gare  me  a  fjretastc  of  heaven  in  prayer. 

6  Denr  bower,  I  must    leave  you,  and    bid    you 

adieu. 
And  pay  my  devotions  in  pnrts  that  are  new; 
I  know  my  dear  Saviour  resides  every   where. 
And  can  in  all  places  give  answer  to  prayer. 

HYMN  127.     L.  M. 

1  Away  my  doubts,  bcgore  my  fear, 
The  woMclers  of  the  liOid  a[)pear, 
The  wonders  that  my  Saviour  wrought, 
0  how  delighlful  is  the  thought; 

2  The  wonders  of  redeeming  love, 
^Viicn  first  my  heart  wc^s  drawn  a  hove; 
vVhea  first  i  savv  my  Saviour's  face, 
And  triumph 'd  in  his  pard'aing  grace. 


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3  Pursue,  my   thought.,  this  pleasing 

theme,  , 

2nd  shfu  be  marvelous  ,a  my  eyes. 

.   T      „  hv\  I  mouvn'd  like  one  forgot, 
L'^rifar.nv  soul  for  comrort  sought; 

TeVs  was  witness  to  my  teats, 
A.:rJesus  sweetly  calm'd  my  fears. 
5  He  cleans'd  my  soul  he  chai=g'd.  my 

And tlothed  me  with  his  r.ph.eou.ness 
He  spake  at  once  n,y  sins  lovg.ven, 
Andlrojo-icedasifmheaveu. 

6    How  was  I   struck  with    sweet  sur- 


nrise. 


While -lory  shone  before  my  eyes. 
PowdrdlsinglVomdaytoday, 
A^LvishMtoVrng  my  soul  away! 

7  The  world  with  all  its  pomp  wltl>drew 
'Twas  less  than  nothing  m  my  van  , 
PeVe  .ming  grace  was  all  my  theme, 
Sd  iifo  appeared  «,  idle^^ream. 


8  The  powers  of-  hell  in  vain  combtn'd 
To  tempt  or  interrupt  my  mind; 

I  saw  and  sung  in  joyful  strains, 
The  monster  Satan  held  in  chains. 

9  These  are  the  wonders  I  record, 
The  marvelous  goodness  of  the  Lord; 

0  for  a  tongue  to  speak  his  praise, 
To  tell  the  triumphs  of  his  grace! 

HYMN  123.     C.  M. 
At  the  meeiing  of  christians. 

1  Wei!  met  dear  friends,  in  Jesus'  name, 
Come,  let  us  now- rejoice, 

While  we  our  Saviour's  praiee  proclaim, 
With  cheerful  hearts  and  voice. 

2  But  O!  >dear  Jesus,  Lamb  of  God, 
Send  down  tiie  heav'nly  ^"ov.e, 

His  graces  to  diffuse  abroad, 
To  warm  our  hearts  with  love. 

S  In  vain,  dear  Saviour,  here  we  meet, 

■     Except  thy  face  we  see; 

tThy    presence     makes    a   heav'n    most 

\  sweet, 

':    Wh«a«'ei  vre  meet  with  the«. 


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4  A  dungeon  shows  a  heav'nlj  dawn,    . 
When  there  with  thee  we  dwell, 

But  when  thy  presence  is  withdrawn, 
A  palace  proves  a,' hell. 

5  Then  O!  dear  Jesns  condescend 
To  meet  us  with  a  smile; 

Thy  spirit's  quick'ning  influence  send, 
And  purge  our  hearts  from  guile. 

6  That  at  the  close,  each  one  may  say, 
"  We've  met  not  here  in  vain; 

For  vve;have  tasted  heav'n  to-day, 
Nor  could  we  more  contain." 

HYMN  129.    .5s.  6s.  &  lU. 

1    'Tis  pleasant  to  sing 

The  sweet  praises  of  our  King, 

As  here    in  this  valley  of   sorrows  wo 
move; 

'Twill  be  pleasnnter  still,    ' 
When  we  stand  on  the  hill, 

And  give  thanks  to    our   Saviour,    ©ur 
Master,  above. 


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2  'Tis  sweet  to  recline 
On  thy  !>osom  divine, 

And  exi)erience  the  comforts  peculiar  to 
thine; 

While  born  from  above, 

And  upheld  by  thy  love, 
With   singing    and  triumph  to   Zion  we 

move, 

3  On  Canaan's  fiiir  land 
We  shortly  shall  stand 

With    crowns  on  our  heads,  and   with 
harps  in  our  hands; 
Our  harps  shall  be  tun'd, 
The  Lamb  shall  be  crown'd, 

Salvation  to  Jesus  through  heaven,  shall 
resound. 

HYMN  150.     C.  M. 
The  hour  of  prayer. 

1  If  there's  a  time  completely  blest, 
Abstract  fron)  worldly  care, 

Wherein  (he  soul  may  sweetly  rest, 
It  is  the  hour  of  prayer. 


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2  If  there's  a  time  when  we  can  tread 
The  world  with  every  snare 

Beneath  our  feet  and  think  thea:^  dead, 
it  is  the  hour  ofprajer.  .    ' 

3  If  there's  a  tinfie   the  soul  may  rise 
Above  the  vale  despair, 

And     view    its    God     with    sweet   sur- 
prise, 
It  is  the  hour  of  prayer. 

4  If  there's    a   time    when    God    looks 

down 
With  special  grace  and  care, 
When    mercy    smooths    stern    justice's 
frown, 
It  is  the  hour  of  prayer. 

5  If  there's  a  time  when  Satan  feels 
To  yield  in  i\eep  dispair, 

'Tis  when  he  sees  the  Christian  kneel, 
Within  the  "  bower  of  prayer." 

6  Christian,  can  you  forget  this  hour.^ 
Can  you  its  blessings  spare  ? 

If  not  each  day  go  to  your  "bower," 
Improve  the  hour  of  prayer. 


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HYMN   131.     C.  M. 
Met  for  social  icorsh'.p. 

1  Here  in  thy  presence,  gracious  God, 
We've  met  to  seek  thy  face; 

O  let  us  feel  th'  eternal  vvord, 
And  feast  upon  thy  gVace. 

2  O  may  this  be  a  happy  hour, 
To  ev'ry  mourning  soul;' 

Display  thy  love,  make  known  thy  pow- 
er, ^ 
And  make  the  wounded  whole, 

3  O  may  a  spark  of  heavenly  fire, 
Each  stupid  soul  inflame, 

And  sacred  l6ve  our  tongues  inspire. 
To  praise  thy  worthy  name.        , 

4  Let  ev'ry  soul  the  Saviour  see, 
And  taste  his  love  divine; 

And  ev''vy  heart  fjrever  be 
United,  Lord  with  thine. 


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HYMN  135.     7s. 
The  sunrise  prayer  raceiing. 

1  Haste,  the  day  dawns,  haste  away; 
Join  the  band  that  loves  to  pray, 
Sweet  it  is,  and  blesL  employ, 

Full  of  comfort,  rich  in  joy.. 

2  Haste,  before  the  sun's  full  ray. 
Bids  the  twilight  flee  away;  , 
Haste,  and  seek  the  Saviour's  face, 
Share  his  love,  and  feci  his  grace. 

3  O  my  soul!  'tis  good  to  be 
In  such  blissful  company; 
Wouldst  thou  flee  from  ev'ry  snare? 
Hide  thee  in  the  house  of  prayer. 

4  Jesus  loves  to  meet  his  saints. 
Loves  to  soothe  their  bitterest  [)Iaints; 
Deigns  to  hear  the  humblest  "froan, 
All  our  griefs  he  makes  his  own. 

5  O,  then  rise  and  haste  away, 
And  with  prayer  begin  the  day; 
Let  it  float  in  every  breath, 
Sweet  in  life,  the  calm  of  deatk. 


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6  Soon  the  voice  of  prayer  shall  die, 
In  the  rapturous  song  on  hi(:li; 
We  shall  shout  on  Canaan's  shore, 
Hallelujah,  evermore. 

HYMN   133.     7s.  St  6s. 
Mai.  iv.  2. 

1  Sometimes  a  light  surprises 
The  Christian  while  he  sings. 

It  is  the  sun  that  rises, 

With  healing  in  his  wings: 

When  cotnf'orts  are  declining, 
He  grants  the  soul  aj^ain 

A  season  of  clear  shining 
To  cheer  it  auer  rain. 

2  In  holy  contemplation, 
We  sweetly  then  pursue 

The  theme  of  God's  salvation, 

And  find  it  ever  new: 
Set  free  from  j)resent  sorrow, 

Vve  cheerfully  can  say, 
Let  the  unknown  to-morrow 

Bring  with  it  what  it  may. 


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3  It  can  bring  with  it  nothing, 
But  he  will  bear  us  through, — 

Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing, 
\¥u\  clothe  his  people  too: 

Beneath  the  spreading  heavens, 
No  creature  but  is  fed; 

And  he  who  feeds  the  ravens, 
Will  give  his  children  bread. 

4  Though  vine  nor  fig-tree  neither, 
Their  wonted  fruit  should  bear, 

Though  all  the  fields  should  wither, 
Nor  liocks  nor  herds  be  there; 

Yet  God  the  same  abiding,  , 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice; 

For  while  in  him  confiding, 
I  cannot  but  rejoice. 

HYMN  134.     C.  M. 
Happij  Child  of  Grace. 
1    How  happy  ev'ry  child  of  grace, 

Who  knows  his  sins  forgiv'n; 
This  earth,  he  says,  is  not  my  place, 

I  seek  my  place  in  heaven, 
A  country  far  from  mortal  sight; 
Yet,  Ol  by  faith  1  seo 


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The  land  of  rest,  the  saint's  delight, 
-  ,   The  heaven  preparM  for  me. 

2  O  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours! 
While  here  on  earth  we  stay,    • 

We  more  than  taste   the  heav'nly   pow 
ers, 
And  antedate  that  day; 
We  feel  tlie  resurrection  near, 
'  Our  life  in  Christ  conceal 'd, 
And  with  his  glorious  presence  here 
Our  earthen  vessels  fill'd. 

3  O  would  he  more  of  heaven  besto^! 
And  let  the  vessel  break; 

And  let  our  ransom'd  spirts  go, 
To  grasp  the  G<jd  we  seek; 

In  rapturous  awe  on  Him  to  gaze, 
Who  bouo;ht  the  siajht  for  me, 

And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace 
Through  all  eternity. 

HYMN  135.     6s.  &  s5. 
1  When  shall  we  meejt  again? 
Meet  ne'er  to  sever? 


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When  will  peace  wreath  her  chain 
-    Round  us  forever? 
Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose; 
Safe  from  each  blast  that  blows 
In  this  dark  vale  of  woes, — 
Never — no,  never! 

2  When  shall  Jove  freely  fldw. 
Pure  as  life's  river! 

When  shall  sneet  friendship  glow 

Changeless  f)rever! 
Where  joys  c(;lestial  thrill, 
Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill; 
And  fears  of  parting  chill — 

Never — no,  never! 

3  Up  to  that  world  of  light 
Take  us,  dear  Saviour! 

May  we  ail  there  unice, 

Happy  ibiever! 
Where  kindied  S;)irits  dwell, 
Tiiere  may  our  Music  swell, 
And  time  our  joys  dispel — 

Never — no,  never. 

4  S')on  shall  we  meet  again, 
Meet  ne'er  to  sover; 


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Soon  will  peace  wreath  her  chain, 

Round  us  forever; 
Our  hearts  will  then  repose — 
Secure  from  worldly  woes;. 
Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close — 

Never — no,  never! 

.  HYMN   136.     S.  M 

1  Once  more,  before  we  part, 
We'll  bless  the  Saviour's  name, 

Record  his  mercies,  every  heart; 
Sing,  every  tongue,  the  same. 

2  Receive  his  sacred  word, 
And  feed  thereon  and  grow; 

Go  on  to  seek,  to  know  the  Lord, 
And  practise  what  you  know. 

HYMN   137.     L.  M. 

1  Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord- 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word; 

All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good- 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus  blood; 
Give  ev'ry  fetter'd  soul  release, 

And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 


INDEX. 


Hymn 
J^  charge  to  keep  I  have;  112 

And  must  I  part 
An  alian  from  God, 
Aiass,  aiass,  how  blind 
All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name! 
All  ye  who  laugh  and  sport 
Arise  and  shirje, 
As  near  to  Calvary  I  pass, 
Arise  my  soul,  arise, 
Attend,  ye  saints, 
Awaked  by  Sinai's 
Away  my  doubts, 

Reside  the  gospel  pool, 
Beyond  the  glit'tring 
Blest  comforter  divine! 
Brethren,  we  have  met 
Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here, 

l^hristian  worship,  how  inviting!       125 
Christians,  hear  the  Saviour  99 

tUome  huaable  siaaer,  7 


INDEX - 

Come  thou  Almighty  King,  15 

Coroe  ye  sinners,  85 

Come,  sinners,  attend,  88 

Come,  welcome  thi^  new  year  98 

Come  ye  that  know  5 

Jl*'^!'^  3"^ '^^^^"7  is  the  desert  79 

ijelay  not,  delay  not,  38 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  137 

farewell  dear  friends,  77 
l^'rom  whence  doth  this  union  arise?   93 

I^O)  y®  messengers  of  God,  .  67 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane,  50 

Great  God!  oppressed  with  grief  23 

J^^ail,  ye  hosts  of  seraphs  bright!  S3 

Hail!   mighty  Jesus!  80 

Hail,  my  ever  blessed  Jesus,  97 

Hale  the  day  so  long  expected,  68 

Hark  brethren,  don't  you  hear  101 

Hark,  listen  to  the  trumpeters!  45 

Haste,  the  day  dawns,  haste  away;  132 

Hearts  of  stone,  relent,  relent,  35 
Here  in  thy  presence,  gracious  God,  131 

Holy  Ghost  dispel  oar  sadness,  .73 


INDEX 

7 

Holj  and  reverend  is  the  nam©  4 

How  happv  ev'ry  child  of  Grace,  134 

How  long  by  Babel's  streaia,  75 

How  lost  was  my  condition,  12 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  95 

How  sweet,  how  heav'nly  122 

How  painfully  pleasing  22 

'J  ask    the  giH;  of  righteousness,  42 

i  love  the  holy  son  of  God,  24 

I  sojourn  in  a  vale  of  tears:  51 

Indulgent  God!   how  kind  2 

If  human  kindness  meets  return,  65 

If  there's  a  time  completely  blest,  130 

Jesus,  my  all  to  heaven  is  gone —  62 

Jesus  to  every  willing  mind,  120 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home,  82 

J^ind  Teacher  and  Lord!  104 

Jjord  thon  hast  won —  31 

Like  Israel,  safe  upon  the  shore,  '  94 

J^Jeet  and  right  it  is  to  sing,  103 

Mercy,  O  thou  son  of  David!  36 

My  Roul,  be  on  thy  guards '  43 


INDEX. 

Jf  ow  the  Saviour  stands 
Now  is  the  time, 

f^  am  I  born  to  die, 

O  God,  my  heart  with  love  inflame, 

O  how  happy  are  they, 

O  my  soul  what  means 

O,  Saviour  of  sinners, 

O  tell  me  no  more 

O  thou  that  hearoRt  prayer! 

Othat  my  load  of  sin  were  gone, 

O  what  amazing  love  is  this? 

O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand. 

One  awful  word  which  Jesus  spoke 

Once  I  thought  my  mountam 

Once  more,  before  we  part. 

Our  souls,  by  love  together  knit, 

¥3oor  mourninor  souls 

Poor  sinners!  little  do  they  thmk 

Precious  Bible!   what  a  treasure, 

"H^ouse  ye  at  a  Saviour's  call! 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation, 
Saw  ye  my  Saviour, 


INDEX. 

See  Lord,  thy  willing  subjects  59 

See  the  Eternal  Judge  descending,  83 

Sinner,  art  thou  still  secure?  3 

Sinners  turii,  why  will  you  die?  11 

Sinners,  behold  81 

Sometimes  a  ligbt  surprises  133 

Sovereign  grace  has  power  69 

Stay,  thou  insulted  spirit,  74' 

Stop  poor  sinners,  stop  and  think,  8 

Sweet  the  moments,                        "  114 

'J'^ell  us,  ye  servants  of  the  Lord,  87 

Tell  me  no  more  of  earthly  toys,  91 

Ten  thousand  talents  once  I  ow'dj  109 

The  chariot!  the  chariot!  41 

The  day  is  past  and  gone,  58 

The  fields  are  all  white,  67 

The  gospel  ship  is  sailing  by,  53 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes,  90 

The  moment  a  sinner  believes,  113 

This  morning  most  sweetly,  76 

The  prodigal  with  streaming  eyes,  86 

There  fell  from  God's  favor,  124 

There  is  a  land  of  pdeasure,  96 

Though  hard  the  winds  are  blowing,  107 

Though  trgubles  assail,  llQ 


INDEX. 

Throughout  our  Saviour's  life, 

Thy' mercy,  my  God, 

'Tis  hard,  when  we  are  sick, 

'Tis  midnight — 

'Tis  pleasant  to  sing,  g 

To  leave  my  dear  friends, 

"^^e  iift  our  hearts  to  thee,  14 

W(5}1  met,  dear  friends,               .  128 

What  think  ye  of  Christ?  49 

What  poor  despis'd  company,  105 
When  converts  first  hegin  to  sing,       32 

When  Israel  thro'  the  desert  71 
When'marshall'd  on  the                   -        48 

"When  night  descends,  63 
W'hen  shall  we  three  meet  again?       115 

When  shall  we  meet  again?  135 

W^hen  the  repentant  Mary,  5Q 

Whither  goest  thou,  27 

Why  stand  ye  here  idle?  116 

With  love  and  pity,          ''  23 

Y^  blooming  youth,  47 

Ye  servants  of  God,  17 

Ye  that  fear  the  Lord,  89 

Ye  who  in  forn«§r  days,  10 

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